Ryan's pov:

Everything felt numb.

My head, my bones, my muscles.

I couldn't feel anything, but a painful pounding through my head. It was a dull pain.

I opened slowly my eyes, causing the headaches to go heavier.
I groaned and finally managed to get my eyes opened. I took a look around and saw a small, dark room I was in. The only thing spending light was a small aperture placed on the wall.

I took a look at myself and noticed the thick strings which kept me on the fragile chair. They were wrapped around me, my arms and my legs.

It was impossible for me to get out of here.

Anxiety started to build up in myself and I found myself starting to panic.

My breathing hitched and I tried to get my arms out of the strings, but I could barely move my hands. The strings were too tight around my wrists, I could see the red prints on them.

My body felt sore and eventhough I passed out for the last... I don't even know how long im here... It felt like I just ran a marathon.

I opened my mouth to say something, but my voice was nearly gone.

Just raspy murmurs came out of it, but I continued trying.

"Help", I mumbled, tears not being able to escape my eyes. I was too dehydrated.

After a few minutes of trying to get out of the old strings, I just stayed here, silently crying.

This wouldn't have happened if I would've been more careful.

Many people say they will never get into this situation. They think they are careful and clever enough to escape from this. That this only happens on tv, that you even don't care anymore if you hear that someone is missing again.

But here I am.

You can trust nobody.

It can be your neighbour.

Your friend.

Someone you might know, someone you may have never seen in your whole life.

But it happens.

Nearly every day and you can't do anything about it, because there is no way to escape.

A tear was rolling down my cheek  falling in front of me on the floor, soaking into the old wood.

Then I suddenly heard something crack over me.
I tilted my head and noticed a tiny door which was being opened.

"Hello there", Mr. Stanley greeted me, his eyes red.

Did he cry?

I didn't quite care anyway, I just wanted to get out. I wanted to tell at him, to scream at him, but I stopped when I saw someone familiar next to him.

Brendon?

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The song in music we had to write is finished! I'm actually proud of it, because nobody of us could really play an instrument, do it does sound pretty good!

<3