Dead in the Water

A Frantic Call For Help

I woke up in a candle lit room. I tried to sit up too fast and it cost me. I doubled over in pain and remembered what had happened to me.

I looked around the room to see that I was left alone and in some bedroom of an apartment, I assumed. I looked down at my stomach and began lifting my shirt up to reveal several stitches where my stab wound would eventually heal. There were some empty blood packets laying on the floor that my captor must have fed me but I was too out of it to remember.

On a nightstand was my phone. I reached over to grab it slowly and dialed Amanda's number. Her voicemail came on. I frantically started to talk to her machine.

"Amanda, it's me. I was hurt by Gerard and I have been kidnapped by who I am not sure of. Don't look for me. I can take care of myself. Take care of Mikey. Gerard has him. He may try to ransom him. I couldn't stop him. I tried...YOU!" I said as my captor came in my room and snatched my phone away.

"That was a big mistake." He replied.
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ik it is short and a filler but the next one should be juicy. stay tuned. hehe.