"You're free to go roam hun," spoke Sarah.
By that she meant that I was allowed to roam the hospital, but I always escape through an emergency exit in the back, and she knows that. I know she knows that.
Quickly I threw on a flowy red dress that went just above my knees and a jacket with a hood. All of my jackets had hoods because I'm always hiding my face. You obviously know why.
Making sure that no one was watching, I glided across the sleek tiled floors and hid behind a curtain. This is a routinely thing.
Once the nurse at the desk left to check on the patient in room 324, I rushed towards the abandoned part of the hospital and grasped the cold door knob of the emergency exit.
I was finally outside. Breathing in the non-medicated air of the world. And I always head towards the mall.
Why, you may ask? It's because I love observing the lives of normal people. I know that sounds really creepy, but if you were in my shoes, you'd understand.
As I approached the mall, I noticed a group of middle-aged guys hovering near the back of a white van. "What the hell..." I thought to myself. Curiosity filled me a little too quickly when I saw one of the guys raise their hand and slap something. Fierce whispering came after that.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I slowly creeped towards them, trying to get a better look of whatever was so interesting in the van. Once I was close, I noticed a human like figure squirming around in the back. The five men were muttering words down to him harshly.
"If any of you make even a peep again, I'll bring out the fucking cigarettes! Shut the fuck up you assholes! I don't want to tell you again!" scolded the man. Oh god... I know what this is.
Slowly, I turned around and tiptoed behind a nearby car. I came to the assumption that those men were kidnappers, and of course, I'd have to check it out myself to see if I was right.
After waiting for three minutes, I watched as three of them went around the corner of a building and the other two went into the mall.
Once I knew that the coast was clear, I silently sprinted towards the van. Jiggling the handle of the trunk, I discovered that the door was locked. Not a big surprise though. I looked around the ground and crouched down, feeling underneath the car. When my hand touched something cold and hard, I yanked it up to my face.
How could someone drop the keys to their car right under it and not notice? Idiots.
Looking around the area once more, I pushed the key into the door's lock and cautiously opened the door.
I couldn't believe my eyes. There were three guys in the car. And I know who they are.
Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, and Niall Horan. Their mouths were gagged with handkerchiefs and their hands were tied behind their backs tightly with duck tape.
Putting a hand over my mouth, I rush towards the closest one. Harry. I removed the handkerchief from his mouth, trying to hide my face while doing it.
"Y-you have to get help! Get the police!" he blurted out. Tears cascaded down his face as he looked at me with pleading eyes.
I nodded quickly and whipped out my emergency cellphone given to me by the hospital. Turning around a big hand was put over my mouth. There's no purpose for that anyway because of my lips being sealed together so I just kicked the man in the groin and started running for my life.
How stupid of me! What was I thinking, trying to see what was in the van.
Sooner than I expected, I was tackled to the concrete ground. Hearing a crack from my wrist when I landed, I squeezed my eyes tight. If I could scream, I would.
The pain was sharp and got worse as I was yanked up and forced against the white van.
"Just leave her alone!" yelled Harry.
"Shut the fuck up!" yelled one of the men. When I heard a lot of slapping and punching in the that trunk, I ignored the pain in my wrist and struggled to go and help them.
Once again, I was thrown against the van and let my head lean down.
"Who the hell are you?" demanded the biggest of them all.
When I didn't reply, he snapped my head back against the side of the van and grasped my chin.
"Look at me when I talk to you," he hissed.
And then it happened. He pulled down my hood and his eyes widened. Two of the others came over and reacted in the same way.
I was petrified and ashamed. "Just let me go," I signed.
"What are you doing?" he muttered still in awe.
Once he realized that I couldn't reply, he motioned to the other men and then hauled me into the trunk as I squirmed and punched with all of my might. No use.
Surprisingly, they didn't tie me up. I wonder why...
Glancing over to the three boys, I felt my demented eyes swell up with tears. Their faces were swollen and puffy from the recent beatings they received. I scooched over to Harry and ran my fingers over his delicate face.
I couldn't save him.
Why why why...
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