An empty hope

Elizabeth's (Lizz) pov:

It feels heavy. My eyelids. As if weight is being put on them.

Fighting off the heaviness, I force my eyes open and strain my eyeballs to take in the surroundings. But it was nothing. Nothing, except darkness. I crane my head to search for some opening. Anything, that could be a source of light. Something, that can let me know where I am.

Other than the distant voice of crashing waves and the musty smell of chlorine, there is nothing I can make out. Nothing that can give me the location of this place. It should be near some stream or a beach. That's what the crashing waves and the smell are conveying.

Narrowing my eyes, I peer into the nothingness of the room or whatever it was to find something, to see something. My abductor at least. But there's no one. I can't even see the walls. I can't make out anything except the irregular structures around me.

This seems like a random room in an isolated cabin. The chair I'm seated in is made of metal. The coldness of the metal hurting my ass.

How do I get out of here?

Some are scared of clowns, some of the heights, some of the animals. But I'm not - I'm not scared of snakes, spiders or anything. I'm scared of oblivion. I'm scared of being left alone, of darkness. I'm scared that one day there will be no one. No one I love.

And today I feel that. The fear. The fear that I won't be able to see my family. My friends. And him.

I won't be able to ever confess my feelings to him. I will never get a chance to tell him how much I like him. What if I never make out of here alive? What if they kill me?

They can be killers for all I know. They can do the worst things possible. I can't even try to escape. I'm tied. My hands, my legs, they're bounded. I don't even know where I am? Where will I go if I manage to make it out of here?

What if they have weapons? They sure will have one.

Oh, Lord! Please help me. Please send someone to me.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching me. Someone is coming. What if they skin me alive?

They come to a halt just in front of me and I snap my eyes closed, pretending to be unconscious. I need to know who they are and what they want from me.

The mixed fragrance of vanilla, roses and men's mint cologne hits my olfactory senses like a gush of wind. And I try too hard to stop the gag from leaving my lips.

When did kidnappers start using perfumes during their bad deed?

You've never been kidnapped before, so shut up! My conscience snaps at me.

"She should've been awake by now. How much of the sedative did you give her?" Asks the muffled male voice.

"Just a drop." Says another gentle voice. This is a female.

"It's good, she's out. He'll be here any second and we can get done with her." Says the first voice.

"Yeah, all we need is her kidneys, liver and heart." WHAT?!

My blood runs cold. There were times when I felt the world disappearing in front of me, a hole swallowing me. And now what I feel is the same. All the faces, of the one's I love. I care for, flash in front of my eyes. All the beautiful memories, the jokes, the teasing, the emotional moments, everything.

I can't breathe, it feels as if my lungs are burning and the speed with which my heart's hitting against my chest, scares me. As if it's going to break my ribs and rip apart my skin.

And there's a widening void. A huge black hole in my head, deep inside my soul, swallowing away my dreams and hopes. My hopes of meeting my mom and dad, my friends for one last time, saying them ' I love you'. All of this now seems like just a hope. An empty hope.

I can never see them again. They'll kill me. Before anyone can find me.

For all I know, I came to this city to just attend a concert, to escape the problems. I knew no one here. Except for Aaron. Where is he?

Why didn't he try to find me? Is he alright? Did they do something with him too?

I could feel the walls closing in around me, their voices fading away in distance. All I can hear is their laughter, Of my loved ones. My dreams shattering. I feel as if the oxygen supply to my lungs is being cut off. My chest feels tighter than usual. It's like, someone's suffocating me.

But it is not someone who's suffocating me. It's the breaking hopes, the feeling of nothingness, the fear that I'll die. The panic that I won't make through this.

They're three and I'm alone. Helpless and defenceless.

That's when I hear their laughter. On instinct, I open my eyes only to close them immediately because of the blinding lights.

A few seconds later, I slowly open my eyes, getting adjusted to the brightness of the previously dark room.

My eyes freeze and so does my body on something. More like humans or the monsters in front of me. Their hands resting on their hips and the position looks like they're in some studio getting their photoshoot.

Rage blinds me, my blood boiling at the view in front of me. I clench my fists as hard as I could, my nails digging into the heels of my palms.

And that's when I choose to do the most absurd thing in the world.