~Katie~
I had a roommate, her name was Jessica (it's pronounced Yessica but I call her Jess). We knew each other for over a year... I trusted her.
You can't trust everyone though; and I learned that the hard way.
One time, I was getting ready to make a video, she got cloth and chloroform. She put it to my face and my vision slowly faded to black.
I felt scared and confused... but I didn't feel that way for long. I made feeble attempts at escaping, but failed, and eventually fell unconscious.
I know what you may be thinking. "Why didn't she scream out? Why didn't she try and run, or fight?" Oh, but how I tried.
I fought for my life, but had little strength to do so... I've been kidnapped before. I know how it works.
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Teen FictionThis is a story inspired by Marina Joyce. Whether or not it was real, stuff like this does happen. I'm writing this story both to spread awareness about abuse and kidnap and because now my Writer's Block is gone. Thank you and enjoy!
