Escape

*2 weeks*

It's been about two weeks. Zach has been taking advantage of me a lot and I am losing hope. Maybe they've given up on looking for me. Maybe they don't care anymore. Maybe they just put me in a newspaper where all the other missing children go. I don't know. All I know is, I'm scared, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm alone, I don't know what to do, and I have to get out of here. There had to be some way out. If only I just knew where. I would dig a tunnel, like people see in those movies where these guys that are in jail get a spoon or something and digs a hole, but I'm not nearly as strong and the entire room is made from cement. I haven't been sleeping much. I'm scared that he's going to come in and hurt me. There's so much fear. I'm in a cage. I'm his toy monkey that he can just wind up and do whatever he wants to do to me. I'm nothing but an instrument he can use to pleasure himself.

I wish so desperately to disappear. I wish, I wish I was dead. I wish none of this ever happened, I wish I was born into a different life, I wish...fuck it. It doesn't matter what I wish for or how hard I wish for it. It's not going to change the fact that I'm stuck in a cold dark room where I'm being held for a sick man's pleasures.

I used my breath, to warm up my hands, but it didn't do much.

I looked around the room and saw a small light. I crawled towards it. I looked at it, wondering why I saw a spec of light. I touched it, expecting to feel more concrete, but instead I felt something soft. I tugged on it and saw more light. I felt my heart beat faster. My hopes were coming back. I pulled on the cloth, until it was entirely off and gaped at what I saw. It was a window. There was a fucking window!!! I looked out of it and I could see old looking houses lined up on both sides of the street. I saw trees and bushes and I saw a couple cars that drove by. I looked closely at the window, but couldn't find a way to open it.

I gave up and sat back in my corner. My shoes were untied and I reached to tie it when I got the craziest idea...

I took my shoe off and went back over to the window. I hit the window as hard as I could with the heel of my shoe. It cracked. I hit it again. Another crack. I hit it a third and fourth time. More cracks. I kept hitting and hitting it and finally it broke. Glass showered me and I was bleeding on my face and arms, but didn't notice the pain because of my excitement that I was finally going to escape. I cleared the remaining glass from the window and crawled through it, face first.

It was an awesome idea, but I probably should've looked down first because I landed in a thorn bush. I felt pain course through every inch of my body as I tried to suppress a scream. I slowly got out of the bush and tried to get some of the thorns out, when I heard a car. I looked around and saw that it belonged to Zach. I quickly ran to the nearest house and hid behind it, hoping he didn't see me. Once I heard the slamming of a car door and the opening of the one that must've belonged to the house, I ran. I ran and ran and ran. Even when my lungs burned and I felt like I was going to collapse from dehydration, I kept running. I made it to what looked like a hospital. I ran inside and went up to the front desk.

"I- there's- I can't- help- kidnapped- and-"

I passed out heaving on the floor and losing blood. I couldn't breath and I heard people yelling around me. Everything faded away and I felt dead.

Gerard's P.O.V

I sat in a hospital, waiting for the nurses to tell me how Paisley was doing. Oh god, it's all my fault. I never should've let this happen. I never should've gotten drunk and slept with a slut. I'm so sorry.

"Mr. Way?" I heard the nurse walk up to me and ask for me.

I stood up.

"Is she okay? Is she alive? She's not too hurt is she? Is she dead? Oh please don't tell me she's dead. She better not be fucking dead-"

"Mr. Way."

I looked at the nurse.

"Paisley is going to be fine. Physically she is going to be completely healed in maybe two or three weeks at the least. However, mentally she's a little shaken up. We had to put her to sleep because she was yelling at the doctors telling them not to touch her and she punched one of them in the face."

I looked down at the ground.

"Can I see her?" I asked.

She nodded and led the way to an elevator. We both stepped in and went up to the fifth floor. She showed me the way to her room and I hesitantly stepped inside. I saw cuts all over her arms and face. There were bruises covering almost every inch of her beautiful body. I noticed that she looked paler and thinner than I last remember seeing her. There were black circles around her eyes and her lips were chapped.

My breathing stopped at the sight of her looking so completely broken.

I started to cry as I walked over to one of the chairs beside her bed and sat down. There were needles in her arms and I felt uncomfortable. I reached out and gently held her hand.

"Paisley. Oh god. I'm so so sorry, this was all my fault. I shouldn't have started all of this. I was the reason you were kidnapped. If I hadn't slept with that slut, you would be okay. We could be lying in bed together, drinking coffee and I could be watching you as you smile that amazing smile that I love so much and wrinkle your nose when you laugh. I love you so much, I just, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm the one that deserves to be in that bed right now, not you. I missed you so much. I couldn't sleep at all. I did everything I could to try and find you. I went to almost every house in town and I couldn't find you. I would call the police every day to see if they've learned anything new about finding you, but nothing. Please, wake up. I wish I could tell you how sorry I am, I just...fuck. I'm so fucking sorry..." Tears poured out of my eyes. I cried into my hands.

"When you wake up, I'll make it up to you, Paisley...I promise that I will do anything in my power to protect you."