Norah
Tears flow down my cheeks, my temples aching either from rain or from crying. I take long breaths to keep the tears at bay, trying to lessen the disappointment. My body feels weak and cold, my stomach growling loudly cutting through the silence of the place.
Right, the last time I ate was with my parents, after getting an earful to take security with me. It's been a day or so after my abduction and I wonder if my parents are looking for me. They might have noticed that I wasn't in my room and might be worried about me. The thoughts about home bring back the tears that I was trying to suppress, clouding my eyes again, blurring my vision.
I sit in the dark room, what seems like an abandoned basement, my body shivering from the cold, my wet clothes doing no good to sustain the chil
