My eyes fluttered close, lips pressed tightly together as I tried my best to fight the tears. The weakness. The pain. The frustration. It was a beautiful yet painful combination of victory and sorrow, my sore bloodshot eyes desperately aching for relief. "I can't.." I reminded myself, voice soft and weak, it itself admitting my defeat. My mistakes. It was all my fault. But he... they had a role in it as well. My misery wasn't unprovoked..but I wasn't innocent as well.

I had been the one longing for adventure, excitement. That's why I had taken that shortcut that day. Why I had left my safe flat and Cecilia, my clueless best friend to go search for excatly these things: Excitement, adventure.. Just something that would bring a little color to my sad, gray life. That's why I gladly made my way out on the crowded streets, the cold air tickling my skin and the fresh breeze playing with my dark locks. My eyes lazily glancing at the overcrowded streets, the dark clouds splattering raindrops all over the pavement, soaking my clothes and making them stick uncomfortably to my skin. God, how I hated that feeling. How I hated the rain, the cold, the crowded streets with tons of people who all seemed to have such an awesome life. They knew what the wanted. They'd found meaning, excitement, joy.. while I was blank and hadn't even decided what I wanted for dinner yet. I fet like I had no goals, no ambitions and that was a thing that drove both me and my parents nuts. Where was my passion? My desire for expressing myself? For developing? Cause I couldn't find it...

But it would all be worth it right? I would break my usual and incredibly lame routines and be spontaneous, fun.. adventourous! That'll make everything better!... right?

Well.. it should've made it better.. but it made worse. It gave my story this unexpected twist. It ruined everything.

Oh if I had just known then.. There, right there as I was uninterestedly skimming through the different faces that passed, taking another sip of my coffee, warming my hands on the warm liquid. I'd always hated coffee but it was the only thing that kept me awake in this drowsy little city. That's why I drank it but I shouldn't have.. I should've turned around, leave... I should've forgotten my stupid plan.

Flashback:

"Are you searching for something special dear?" The nice lady asks, gesturing at the neverending racks of clothes I was examining. I shook my head, smiling, putting back the floral top I was taking a closer look at.

"No I'm just browsing,madam" I spoke politely, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. She smiled, obviously finding it odd but pleasant that a teen was talking that politely to her.. It wouldn't be the first time I heard that...

"I was about to leave anyway" Leaving the store I continued down this unfamiliar street, loving the thrill of being somewhere new. The feeling of unfamiliar pavement underneat my feet. There was so much to explore but still so little time.

Turning my head to the left I saw this boy, his eyes were lowered to the ground but sometimes he would be looking up to take a look at his surroundings. His eyes were blue. The colour of the ocean to be excact and simply the most beautiful colour I'd ever seen... but they were so sorrowful. Hurt. Scared. Alone.

I took a deep breath walking towards him with a friendly smile, waving kindly to see him cringe at my presence, taking a few steps back as I approached him, whispering:

"What are you doing?! Get out of here! You can't be near me! Run!" He started panicking, tugging frustratedly on his blonde locks and looking around again. Why was he acting like this?

"Wait what? what are you talking abo-" I got cut off as I heard voices, deep, rough voices that came closer, all of them freezing as soon as they saw me. One of them took a step towards me. He was pretty tall, dark hair and a matching beard, clothes dark and grey as well, eyes burning with pure anger as he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.

"Well.. seems like blondie here made a friend?" Lifting up my chin, he studied my bluish gray eyes, always tightening the grip in me a little more, his long dirty fingernails, digging into my skin.

"Let go!" I whimpered but he just laughed, the two of them joining in as well.

"Sadly enough, princess... I can't do that"...

I shivered, cringing at the memory and feeling the regret overwhelm me. If I had not just been so stupid! I could've prevented this! If only I had ignored him.. I felt as my heart started beating faster, the recognition burning a hole in my heart, the fear gripping me violently. I felt as it's cold, numb fingers held onto me tightly, fingernails piercing into my skin, delibaretly provoking a scream I knew I weren't able to let out. Not unless I wanted... punishment.

I gulped, chills running down my spine at the thought. Just one sound and they would be here, grabbing me and dragging me to one of the other rooms in this old, ugly, dilapidated house, wanting to fulfill the painful plans they'd warned me about, amused grins on their faces. They were just waiting for the right moment. It was obvious on the way they watched over the room, our every move being a threat to them. They were just evil.. spawns of satan and I wanted nothing more than to punch them. But I couldn't.. again as they were stronger, more powerful than me. Than I would ever be.. They had the right cards on their hands while I'd already lost. And it killed me...

It was driving me mad! The walls were slowly approaching me, the oxygen dwindled, my heartbeat got louder and the painful pressure in my chest was the only things that kept me grounded in this misery, my mind wandering elsewhere, simply dreaming of a world I knew I would never see again. Sunlights, smiles, puppies, rainbows... All the happy, beautiful things were gone and replaced with darkness. With hurt. With pain..

My thoughts were characterized by either uncompleted escape attempts I knew wouldn't be feasible or the idea of just letting them take me, do what they wanted and just end this nightmare. I wanted a release.. relief.

"I can't.." I whispered, panicking as my voice got louder, the inaudible whisper becoming a frustrated scream. "I can't, I can't, I can't!" I tried fighting off the restraints that were holding me back, wriggling and squirming for absolutely no use. They wouldn't come off! They just wouldn't come off and I needed to get free. I couldn't take it anymore!

"Just give up.." He mumbled, looking up from the floor he had been staring blankly at for several hours. His ocean eyes were misty, sparkling with frightened tears he'd tried his best to hold back. His bleached was a mess, clothes dirty and voice low and dull as if all life had been sucked out of him. I wanted to feel bad for him.. To reach out and comfort him.

But I couldn't.. The hate that were burning inside my stomach was too strong and it was even hard for me to look at him. How dared he just give up now? How dared he be this discouraged and useless? I couldn't escape without him, that was sure and untill now he had just trashed all of my ideas telling me that they were 'for no use'. I hated him.. I wasn't even kidding or exaggerating. It was pure hate. If only I could tell you why.. Well other than the fact that he was a quitter, a loser. He was giving up without fight... but it couldn't be that alone. It had to stick deeper.. Maybe it was the fact that he was perfect. That there was something about his voice, his eyes that got me in a trance. Maybe it was the fact that he was the kind of guy I could find myself falling for.. but I didn't want to. Maybe it was the fact that was so much more to him than this cold, empty case but he refused to show it. He blocked me out and that was one thing I couldn't stand. So it wasn't like I couldn't stand him. I just couldn't stand the way he acted...

"No!" I protested, staring him down, his eyes locking with mine for a moment before he lowered his gaze to the floor again, causing a quiet growl to rumble through my chest.

"We have to.." He whispered, finally daring to meet my eyes again. "We're going to die here" His voice cracked, the first few tears trickling down his pale cheeks. It was gone.. All of it. His hope, his strength.. It was gone. For good. And you hated him for it. For giving up. For telling you these lies..

I felt the anger vanish, tears brimming my own eyes as I felt my lower lip tremble, shaking my head vigourously.

"No! No, no, no! We're NOT! Stop lying to me!" I cried, desperately pulling at the restraints wanting nothing else but breaking free and getting away from his lies. Using all of my strength, giving every piece of myself I still didn't see any results, this bringing me into hysteria.

"We c-can't just give u-up.." I sobbed, my voice fading away, the sound of footsteps and the soft creaks from the wooden floor drowning out my voice. They were coming..

Taking a quick look I watched him as all the blood left his face, his usual rosy cheeks turning sickly pale. His eyes got dull and lifeless again, a few streaks of fear, regret and agony being visible deep within the ocean sea.

Watching him intently as a few more tears dripped down his chin, I felt the first sting of symphaty hitting me but I was too busy looking at the way his chapped lips formed two words that obviously hurt him more than anything:

"I'm sorry.."

That's when I felt a pair of hands loosen the restraints I'd been fighting for the last 10 days, wishing for nothing but to feel grateful for the lacking pressure on my wrists.. but knowing of what were to come I couldn't help but burst into tears, still sobbing violently as they carried me out of the room, whispering to each other as I heard how my own heart-wrecking sobs mixed with the frustrated cries that came from the room I had just left.

Niall...

I tried to fight them off, kicking and screaming but nothing helped and I grew hopeless again. I wondered why Niall was crying.. Was he actually caring about me? Did he mean it when he said he was sorry?

I couldn't focus on my thoughts for long as I was suddenly thrown up on a huge bed. It creaked loudly underneath and It was obvious that it was old and broken but it didn't really keep them from it. I watched their next move, terrified by what plans these devils could have in mind and slightly nauseous at all the wicked ideas my mind gave me.

"Go keep an eye on , blondie.. Lock the door, keep him in check and.. give me the handcuffs" He grinned to the other guy who gladly gave him the handcuffs, shooting me an amused look. I gulped, backing up and resting my back against the cold wall, searching for a way out. Damn.. No windows.

He slowly approached me, ridding himself off his clothes and smirking evilly, his compagnion leaving the room with a loud laugh. I couldn't help but whimper quietly, closing my eyes as I felt his hand tug on my shirt, more tears springing to my eyes. I heard Niall's hopeless yells through the door, small bits of the conversation reaching my brain but not being stored due to the huge level of fear, blocking my senses.

"Let me go!" I begged, staring into his dark, hungry eyes wondering if he could get even more inhuman than he was now. He shook his head at me, chuckling loudly.

"You really think it's that easy, princess? You messed yourself into this and you're not getting out again"

He reached out, long fingers brushing against my skin before trailing his fingers down my body. I moved away again, avoiding his touch.

"W-what did I mess myself into? W-what are you going to do with us?"

He smirked. He'd been waiting for that question.

"You, missy.. messed yourself into a kidnapping. A very well-planned kidnapping. You ruined our plans and for that..."

He made a quick movement, gripping my shirt and pulling me closer, gestures not gentle or slow at all.

"For that you owe us.. you owe me some fun" He moved closer almost as if he wanted to kiss me, planting his lips on my collarbones instead. I pushed him away, keeping my voice calm although I was pratically dying of fear.

"A-and Niall?"

He grinned, my stuttering and genereal discomfort with this situation, exciting him more than anything. His eyes twinkled with amusement. This game was his favorite of all time. He was the hunter and I was his victim.. He wasn't planning on ever letting go. He wasn't planning on leaving me with a minimum of injuries. No he was definetely going all the way... He was winning.

"Blondie? He.. He is very valuable for us but you on the other hand" He laughed, his laughter cold and hard, making me shiver lightly.

"You can be... replaced"

Gripping me and pulling me closer, he started unbuttoning my shirt, causing a loud scream to escape my lips. Panick and adrenalin rushed through my blood and I quickly kicked him off, running towards the door when a loud click caught my attention:

"Freeze!"...

Notes

A/N: First time posting on here! Argh excited! :) This is my own writing, 100% me and I do NOT steal neither do I accept stealing! This can be found on my wattpad and my tumblr as well (they're both named oucharreh as well)