Chased Across the World
Never Coming Back
Jasmyne's POV:
Time's been a blur. I can't think straight anymore. It's been...how long? A month? 5 weeks? I have no clue anymore. Why does all this shit happen to me? First my brother, then my parents never being around, then my terrible taste in guys, and now this? Why does all this happen to me? I squeezed my eyes shut as memories of the past bombarded my head, filling my head with things I've tried for so long to bury. And the worst one of all was stuck in my head.
My brother. Danny.
I still can't believe that it's been 3 years since the accident. It was over the summer a while ago. I had left the house one day, heading to my practice. I was a gymnast at a local gym. Nothing big, but it was my life. That morning before I left, we had argued a bit over who he was dating. Turns out he was dating Callie. I know, but back then I didn't like her. Wait, no. I hated her. I thought she was terrible for him. It wasn't until after the accident that I finally became close with her. By the time I left, we had made up and we were fine. So I went to practice. I was never prepared for the phone call I got. I remember the moment clear as day.
I answered my phone, laughing with one of my teammates. I was so happy and carefree at that time. At least until I actually listened to the person on the phone. Danny had been in a car accident and he wasn't doing well. His ribs were broken, his lung punctured, and he lost a lot of blood. I remember the tears pouring down my face as I told my coaches I had to leave. I remember the painful thoughts I had of never getting to see Danny alive. I remember bursting through the doctor's office, barely pausing to ask for his room number.
I remember the look of pain on his face when I walked in. It wasn't of physical pain, but rather the pain of having to leave me behind. I remember telling him we'd get through this and that he'd be okay, but he only smiled and squeezed my hand tighter. I re member climbing onto the bed beside him, hugging him to me as gently as possible, pleading with him to stay with me, but he only looked at me with sorrow. I remember my parents coming into the room, talking with Danny, but I never heard a word. I still to this day have no clue what they said to him, even though I was right there. I remember his breath coming out in gasps, his body shaking from the effort of inhaling and exhaling. I remember his eyes fluttering shut and staying that way. I can still hear my sobs and my parents pleading words in my head. I remember laying there with his lifeless body, willing Danny to come back.
But he never came.
I opened my eyes back up to reality, taking in the same scene I've been staring at for however long it's been. I barely felt the wet tears rolling down my cheeks and plopping onto my thighs. I just stared blankly ahead, not caring what happened to me. Even if Mr. Carter came back in here...
I still can't believe he's a part of this. My high school social studies teacher helped kidnap me. My teacher! How could he do this to a student? It's not like I've ever done anything bad to him. I've never done anything to make anyone want to do this to me. At least, I don't think so. Have I? No. That's impossible. Only sick people would do this, and I don't know of anyone like that. I let my body fall forward as much as my bindings allowed, embracing the burn the ropes brought to my skin.
My wrists were already raw from rubbing them and trying to get loose, but the pain was well worth it. It shut out the painful memories of my brother, ones of Danny I thought I'd buried long ago. This time, I felt the tears leak through, soaking my face. I licked my lips, not caring for the salty bitterness that was now on my tongue. The door creaked open.
"Jasmyne?" It was Liam and Niall, both their heads were peering through the crack and I was tempted to laugh at how silly they looked. Laugh? Since when do I feel the urge to laugh when I'm still stuck here? Maybe I've finally lost my marbles. Yep, I think I have. That's great.
I watched as they made their way over, closing the door behind them. "How are you today?"
"Fine." I paused, not meeting their eyes. "What day is it?" I avoided their concerned gazes as they studied my tears and wet cheeks. Liam was still staring at me, jaw agape.
"Um it's the 30th." Niall said awkwardly, shifting his weight from right to left. I swallowed hard, ignoring the small flower of panic that bloomed in my chest.
"Of what month?" Please say August. Please say August. I prayed silently. I was kidnapped in the beginning of the school year. Please say it's August 30th.
"Its....hiofenisao" He muttered, his words to muffled for me to properly understand.
"What?" I gasped. Oh god. That couldn't mean well.
"September." He replied, becoming suddenly interested in his shoes.
"No." I breathed, but I know it's true. He has no reason to lie to me about it. It's been 6 weeks. 6 weeks since I disappeared off the face of the Earth. And I still haven't been found. Sobs racked my body as emotions overcame the walls I put them behind. Fear and panic coursed through my veins. I couldn't stop the flow of them.
"Hey hey hey." Liam cooed, finally broken out of his frozen state as he scrambled forward to comfort me. "hey, I've got good news. Please stop crying." I sniffled, attempting to do as he asked. Getting them under control was hard, but I did it. His hand rubbed comfortingly along my spine.
"Jailbird," He began, using the nickname he'd started to call me. "say goodbye to the chair." My head snapped up, my eyes wide and unbelieving. He didn't just say what I think he said. He winked and smiled, his hand slipping into his pocket before returning with a pocket knife. I gasped, a smile taking over my face. My lip cracked down the middle, a trickle of blood falling, but it was worth it. It was well worth it.
"That's the first smile we've ever gotten, Liam." Niall jeered, shooting me a smile of his own. But mine had already fallen, as Niall had reminded me of what I was really doing her. I was a prisoner. Taking note of my sadness, Liam slipped behind me. I felt the tug on the rug as he began to saw through it, a whimper escaping from me. Niall crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees, apology written across his face. I nodded, trying to block out the sharp sting of the pulling rope of my raw wrists. Finally, I felt it give way, but I didn't move my arms. I'm afraid I can't.
Niall, seeing the fear written plainly across my features, moved his hands to my elbows, gently pulling them forward. The minute they moved I yelped, jerking them back into the position they've been stuck in for a month.
"Jailbird , you have to move your arms. I know it hurts, but if you don't, you can't go lay on that nice comfy bed over there." I followed his gaze to the bed that was 10 feet away. So close, yet so far. Drawing in a deep breath, I nodded, preparing myself for the pain of the century.
It wasn't bad at first. Emphasis on at first. The moment he got my arms even with my torso, they were already on fire. I bit my lip in an attempt to keep from screaming. As soon as the pain was just a constant burn, Niall let go. I whined, wanting to put my arms back, but I knew it would never get better if I didn't do it now.
"Why?"
"Why what?" Niall asked.
"Why now? Why do I get to move now?" Niall bit his lip, looking over my shoulder at Liam. I didn't catch what Liam did or said, I was too focused on Niall and what his answer would be.
"Because you've finally given up." He whispered and I realized something. He's right. I have given up. After a month and a half, I think it's okay for someone to lose hope. It just doesn't make the pain hurt less, the pain of being lost and never found. It hurt, but I knew that I wasn't coming back. Not for a long time. I nodded in response to his words.
"Can you stand?" Liam asked from behind me. I nodded again. I looked at the ground and then at my legs and then the ground again. Using every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed myself on to my feet, trying my hardest to ignore the fire that spread across my entire body. I didn't get very far when my legs suddenly slipped from underneath me and I pitched forward, right on top of Niall. He caught me easily, returning me back to the seat of the chair. Silent tears streamed from my eyes. I could see the pity that the two boys felt for me, along with their sympathy.
I felt Liam brush by me, standing by my side. His hands slipped under my knees and across my back, picking me up easily. Liam cradled me to his chest, carrying me over to the soft bed, laying me down on it after Niall pulled back the covers. It's so soft. It was completely different from the hard, metal chair I've had to deal with. Sliding my limbs under the blankets, I realized how cold I truly was. I was freezing. Liam pulled the covers back up to my chin, encasing me in a cocoon of warmth.
"Are you okay?" I nodded, my eyes falling shut as I buried myself into the best bed I've ever laid on. "I've got another surprise for you. You know who said we are supposed to take you outside." My eyes flew open, twitching as I tried to make them focus on Liam. You-know-who was our nickname for my kidnapper, since no one can tell me who it is. It's weird. It's been over a month and I still have never met this guy. I was beyond shocked by his surprise, but I couldn't focus long enough to speak or even think. My surprise at his words dissipated as exhaustion took over.
"Are you tired?" I nodded. "You want us to leave?" I nodded. It was pointless for them to stay if I'm just going to sleep. Though, I hate to see them go. "Okay. Good night, Jailbird."
"Night, Jasmyne."
I didn't respond, but I knew they knew I would have said the same. The instant the door shut, my eyes jerked open, staring at nothing in particular. I thought back to Niall's words.
"Because you've finally given up."
It's true. I have given up. I doubt anyone will find me. Not even Callie, though she'll try her hardest. A tear fell onto the bedsheets. Now that I think about it, I think I'm more similar to my brother than I ever thought I was.
He is never coming back.
And now...
Neither am I.
Time's been a blur. I can't think straight anymore. It's been...how long? A month? 5 weeks? I have no clue anymore. Why does all this shit happen to me? First my brother, then my parents never being around, then my terrible taste in guys, and now this? Why does all this happen to me? I squeezed my eyes shut as memories of the past bombarded my head, filling my head with things I've tried for so long to bury. And the worst one of all was stuck in my head.
My brother. Danny.
I still can't believe that it's been 3 years since the accident. It was over the summer a while ago. I had left the house one day, heading to my practice. I was a gymnast at a local gym. Nothing big, but it was my life. That morning before I left, we had argued a bit over who he was dating. Turns out he was dating Callie. I know, but back then I didn't like her. Wait, no. I hated her. I thought she was terrible for him. It wasn't until after the accident that I finally became close with her. By the time I left, we had made up and we were fine. So I went to practice. I was never prepared for the phone call I got. I remember the moment clear as day.
I answered my phone, laughing with one of my teammates. I was so happy and carefree at that time. At least until I actually listened to the person on the phone. Danny had been in a car accident and he wasn't doing well. His ribs were broken, his lung punctured, and he lost a lot of blood. I remember the tears pouring down my face as I told my coaches I had to leave. I remember the painful thoughts I had of never getting to see Danny alive. I remember bursting through the doctor's office, barely pausing to ask for his room number.
I remember the look of pain on his face when I walked in. It wasn't of physical pain, but rather the pain of having to leave me behind. I remember telling him we'd get through this and that he'd be okay, but he only smiled and squeezed my hand tighter. I re member climbing onto the bed beside him, hugging him to me as gently as possible, pleading with him to stay with me, but he only looked at me with sorrow. I remember my parents coming into the room, talking with Danny, but I never heard a word. I still to this day have no clue what they said to him, even though I was right there. I remember his breath coming out in gasps, his body shaking from the effort of inhaling and exhaling. I remember his eyes fluttering shut and staying that way. I can still hear my sobs and my parents pleading words in my head. I remember laying there with his lifeless body, willing Danny to come back.
But he never came.
I opened my eyes back up to reality, taking in the same scene I've been staring at for however long it's been. I barely felt the wet tears rolling down my cheeks and plopping onto my thighs. I just stared blankly ahead, not caring what happened to me. Even if Mr. Carter came back in here...
I still can't believe he's a part of this. My high school social studies teacher helped kidnap me. My teacher! How could he do this to a student? It's not like I've ever done anything bad to him. I've never done anything to make anyone want to do this to me. At least, I don't think so. Have I? No. That's impossible. Only sick people would do this, and I don't know of anyone like that. I let my body fall forward as much as my bindings allowed, embracing the burn the ropes brought to my skin.
My wrists were already raw from rubbing them and trying to get loose, but the pain was well worth it. It shut out the painful memories of my brother, ones of Danny I thought I'd buried long ago. This time, I felt the tears leak through, soaking my face. I licked my lips, not caring for the salty bitterness that was now on my tongue. The door creaked open.
"Jasmyne?" It was Liam and Niall, both their heads were peering through the crack and I was tempted to laugh at how silly they looked. Laugh? Since when do I feel the urge to laugh when I'm still stuck here? Maybe I've finally lost my marbles. Yep, I think I have. That's great.
I watched as they made their way over, closing the door behind them. "How are you today?"
"Fine." I paused, not meeting their eyes. "What day is it?" I avoided their concerned gazes as they studied my tears and wet cheeks. Liam was still staring at me, jaw agape.
"Um it's the 30th." Niall said awkwardly, shifting his weight from right to left. I swallowed hard, ignoring the small flower of panic that bloomed in my chest.
"Of what month?" Please say August. Please say August. I prayed silently. I was kidnapped in the beginning of the school year. Please say it's August 30th.
"Its....hiofenisao" He muttered, his words to muffled for me to properly understand.
"What?" I gasped. Oh god. That couldn't mean well.
"September." He replied, becoming suddenly interested in his shoes.
"No." I breathed, but I know it's true. He has no reason to lie to me about it. It's been 6 weeks. 6 weeks since I disappeared off the face of the Earth. And I still haven't been found. Sobs racked my body as emotions overcame the walls I put them behind. Fear and panic coursed through my veins. I couldn't stop the flow of them.
"Hey hey hey." Liam cooed, finally broken out of his frozen state as he scrambled forward to comfort me. "hey, I've got good news. Please stop crying." I sniffled, attempting to do as he asked. Getting them under control was hard, but I did it. His hand rubbed comfortingly along my spine.
"Jailbird," He began, using the nickname he'd started to call me. "say goodbye to the chair." My head snapped up, my eyes wide and unbelieving. He didn't just say what I think he said. He winked and smiled, his hand slipping into his pocket before returning with a pocket knife. I gasped, a smile taking over my face. My lip cracked down the middle, a trickle of blood falling, but it was worth it. It was well worth it.
"That's the first smile we've ever gotten, Liam." Niall jeered, shooting me a smile of his own. But mine had already fallen, as Niall had reminded me of what I was really doing her. I was a prisoner. Taking note of my sadness, Liam slipped behind me. I felt the tug on the rug as he began to saw through it, a whimper escaping from me. Niall crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees, apology written across his face. I nodded, trying to block out the sharp sting of the pulling rope of my raw wrists. Finally, I felt it give way, but I didn't move my arms. I'm afraid I can't.
Niall, seeing the fear written plainly across my features, moved his hands to my elbows, gently pulling them forward. The minute they moved I yelped, jerking them back into the position they've been stuck in for a month.
"Jailbird , you have to move your arms. I know it hurts, but if you don't, you can't go lay on that nice comfy bed over there." I followed his gaze to the bed that was 10 feet away. So close, yet so far. Drawing in a deep breath, I nodded, preparing myself for the pain of the century.
It wasn't bad at first. Emphasis on at first. The moment he got my arms even with my torso, they were already on fire. I bit my lip in an attempt to keep from screaming. As soon as the pain was just a constant burn, Niall let go. I whined, wanting to put my arms back, but I knew it would never get better if I didn't do it now.
"Why?"
"Why what?" Niall asked.
"Why now? Why do I get to move now?" Niall bit his lip, looking over my shoulder at Liam. I didn't catch what Liam did or said, I was too focused on Niall and what his answer would be.
"Because you've finally given up." He whispered and I realized something. He's right. I have given up. After a month and a half, I think it's okay for someone to lose hope. It just doesn't make the pain hurt less, the pain of being lost and never found. It hurt, but I knew that I wasn't coming back. Not for a long time. I nodded in response to his words.
"Can you stand?" Liam asked from behind me. I nodded again. I looked at the ground and then at my legs and then the ground again. Using every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed myself on to my feet, trying my hardest to ignore the fire that spread across my entire body. I didn't get very far when my legs suddenly slipped from underneath me and I pitched forward, right on top of Niall. He caught me easily, returning me back to the seat of the chair. Silent tears streamed from my eyes. I could see the pity that the two boys felt for me, along with their sympathy.
I felt Liam brush by me, standing by my side. His hands slipped under my knees and across my back, picking me up easily. Liam cradled me to his chest, carrying me over to the soft bed, laying me down on it after Niall pulled back the covers. It's so soft. It was completely different from the hard, metal chair I've had to deal with. Sliding my limbs under the blankets, I realized how cold I truly was. I was freezing. Liam pulled the covers back up to my chin, encasing me in a cocoon of warmth.
"Are you okay?" I nodded, my eyes falling shut as I buried myself into the best bed I've ever laid on. "I've got another surprise for you. You know who said we are supposed to take you outside." My eyes flew open, twitching as I tried to make them focus on Liam. You-know-who was our nickname for my kidnapper, since no one can tell me who it is. It's weird. It's been over a month and I still have never met this guy. I was beyond shocked by his surprise, but I couldn't focus long enough to speak or even think. My surprise at his words dissipated as exhaustion took over.
"Are you tired?" I nodded. "You want us to leave?" I nodded. It was pointless for them to stay if I'm just going to sleep. Though, I hate to see them go. "Okay. Good night, Jailbird."
"Night, Jasmyne."
I didn't respond, but I knew they knew I would have said the same. The instant the door shut, my eyes jerked open, staring at nothing in particular. I thought back to Niall's words.
"Because you've finally given up."
It's true. I have given up. I doubt anyone will find me. Not even Callie, though she'll try her hardest. A tear fell onto the bedsheets. Now that I think about it, I think I'm more similar to my brother than I ever thought I was.
He is never coming back.
And now...
Neither am I.
Notes
Hey everyone! Oh my gosh! This took forever to write. Sorry it's so long. But this is kind of an importantish chapter. Anyway.Where do you think she'll go when she goes outside?
Tell me whatcha think. I'm listening haha! :)
Omg Nooooooo ?! The drama is killing me :O :)♡
1/25/14