Hey thanks for giving this story a chance. It was based on a dream I had.
October, 19
Dear Diary,
I know it has been awhile since I wrote. He has just given it back to me. I was kidnapped. It was my thirteenth birthday when He came. I just call him He because He hasn't told me his name yet. Anyways back to my story. I had a big party at my house. It started at six because it was on a Friday and we had to wait until all of the parents could get off work and drop my friends off at my house. He came at seven.
All of my friends were at my party (except for Anna she was sick) when a car that I didn't recognize. He got out and walked up to the door. Something about him was freaking me out. My little sister answered the door. He didn't say anything. He just walked in and went right over to me. He took my face in his hands and turned my head. "You," He said. "are perfect?" I don't know what He meant by that.
Then my dad came up to him. "I think you should leave." The man just laughed and hit my dad. Making him fly across the room and everybody else scream. They all started running to the front door. "Nobody move." He said in a harsh voice. Everybody did what they were told. The He turned to me. "Bella," how did he know my name? "go wait in the car." He stared right into my eyes. I wanted to say no but for some reason I couldn't. I silently got into his car.
I waited ten minutes and one by one everybody left. Then He came into the car. "W-what did you do to them?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Well my 'people' can hypnotize people. I told them to forget you ever existed." I gulped. Nobody would remember me. I felt the tears in my eyes, threatening to overflow. "It's okay, don't be upset. You are going to have a better life with me."
He took me to a hotel room and locked me in. He told me that he would come back later and to help myself to any of the food there. He didn't care about the price. The first thing I did was look for a phone. There was not one. Damn! I can't believe he thought of that. I walked around the room, pacing, for hours. I finally got really tired and fell asleep.
The next day wasn't any better. I was starving when I woke up. I looked around in the fridge and found some really good stuff. I got a coke and an apple because those looked kind of hard to poison. (no matter what it says in Snow White says)
I need to stop writing now. I'll write again as soon as I know more.
Bella