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As Stan walks through the hallway, he wonders where he is, and how he has arrived in such a place. He finds himself looking and feeling the doorknob of the door at the end of the hall. It is able to turn and the door slowly creaks open. He glances in the room, checking for any unsuspecting demons that might happen want to give him a fright. Nothing was found at first, but then Stan found a desk completely covered with paper. With an unsteady hand, he searched the desk for any sign that might let him know where he was. He fumbles with a stack of papers which crashes into the floor. Each little piece finds another side of the room to glide to. He drops to his knees in search of something, but he does not know where or what it is.
"How did I arrive in such a place," Stan asks himself aloud. "There must be someway to get out, maybe a wind....."
Stan has just realized what he's been doing wrong. He has been searching for information about where he is and not searching for an exit. I haven't seen any windows in this place, and all of the doors are locked, except for the room I'm in now. The answer must be in this room. A key or a secret passage. Anything would be better than being locked away in this hell hole. He picks himself up and starts pacing the paper covered floor thinking about the movies he has seen just like what he's going through now. Maybe that's what I'm in now, some sort of movie with a twisted plot. I bet someone can see me now, and they're planning how to torture me next. I just hope Sara is okay. Maybe it's only me locked away here. And now I wonder why she didn't come to mind sooner...
Sara has just awoken. She finds herself in a different place from where she first closed her eyes. The bed she lies in now is less comfortable than what she is use too. Sara's first thought was different from Stan's. While he searched around for an hour before Sara even came to his mind, She first thought of him. She wondered if he would save her like he has before. After Sara thought of many ways she would like to be rescued, she grew impatient with Stan and started looking around the room. She first looked at the walls surrounding her. She was familiar with the color, since it was the color of her wrists after long nights of hating herself. With those thoughts haunting her once again, she began to cry. She has matured greatly since those lonely nights alone at home. Sara forces the tears to stop while she starts searching for anything that will help her escape her cell. Her Cage. She starts franticly hurling books off of the shelves which they were so nicely placed, in search of a key or a message telling why she is here. With all the books scattered across the room, she sits and thinks about why she might be locked away.
"What have I done to deserve such treatment? I was good. I followed all the rules. Now, I feel like a rat in a cage about to be used for some kind of experiment."
Stan searched everywhere possible for a clue, a sign, a life out of here. Everything that could break, Stan made sure was broken. He was full of anger and went on a rampage. During this rampage of Stan's, he broke a mirror by punching it continuously.Now with bloody hands he realizes that it wasn't like an ordinary mirror. Behind it was not a wall, but a room with a single chair. Somebody has been watching me.. A terror rose in Stan like an elevator in a skyscraper. Stan tumbled over into the other room. In it he found monitors everywhere. Eleven to be exact. As he was pacing around the room, he tripped over a shoe box. It could possibly hold the secrets to why he and unknown to him,Sara, was there. Stan opened it slowly ,of course, since there was a chance it was only a trap. He peered inside to find pictures and letters. Looking closer, He found out that they were letters from him and pictures of him and Sara. Somebody had been after him for sometime. The pictures dated back to around 1997, when Stan was 17 and Sara was 15. It was the summer they first met. Why should somebody have pictures of me from so long ago? Had I become somebodys hobby?
Stan and Sara met in the summer of '97. It was a year where nothing could go wrong. Stan was with some friends and he saw her out of the corner of his eye. It seemed as though she was staring at him, but whenever he glanced in her direction she turned and faced another way. Stan noticed a couple of her friends pointing at him a giggling. He finally realized that they were talking about him. Stan and some of his friends started to walk over but the girls were no longer there. He thought he had lost the only chance he would have to talk to her. Minutes turned into hours and they never saw the girls again. They decided to leave, but before Stan could make it out of the mall doors she came running up to him. He could tell she was nervous by the way she was shaking. She grabbed his hand and wrote her name and her phone number. Then she ran back in and disappeared in a crowd. When Stan arrived back at his house, He walked straight to his room, with thoughts of calling this Sara that just randomly gave him her phone number. He finally got the nerves and dialed the digits, hoping its not another fake number.
A man answers the phone in a deep voice, "Hello?"
Stan gulped loudly. Surely, the man heard it. "Hello sir, could I talk to Sara?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me get her."
The line goes silent except for the man Stan assumed was her father yelling for Sara to get the phone.
"Hello?" It sounded like a voice of an 15 year-old girl.
"Hey, are you the girl that ran up to me at the mall a couple of hours ago?"
"Yes..." Stan could tell she was blushing but she was also smiling.
"I'm just glad you didn't give me a fake phone number. So do you want to do something someday?"
"hehe. Sure, I'd love to. What do you have in mind?"
We set up a date and time to meet back at the mall and the call was over. It was the beginning of something that would never end. Well, atleast it wouldn't if I could get out of here. Stan studies the monitors in the room carefully. He notices that people are moving in some of the monitors. This must be everybody locked away here....wherever here is.
There wasn't much Sara could do to keep herself occupied. She looked under the uncomfortable bed she had awoken from hours earlier. Nothing. No old shoe boxes or anything that would give a clue as to the kind of person who lived here. Sara was thinking that something would have to be in the closet. Maybe some old coats and a blown lightbulb. She makes a path through the books scattered across the floor to the closet door. She twists the doorknob and pulls, but nothing happens. She trys to pull a little harder and the door finally gives. Sara pulls on a chain inside the closet to turn on the light. It proved that Sara was right about one thing. There was a blown lightbulb. Nothing else in the room really caught Sara's attention, except for one of the books she threw on the ground earlier. The book had a letter and symbol combination that she remembered from somewhere. Sara picked it up and noticed it was locked like some kind of diary. She thought about not reading it until she felt something stab her leg from within her right pocket. It was a key that would fit in the lock perfectly. She trys it and it works. The lock pops off. Opening to a random page, Sara starts to read....
There she is again. With the same guy that she has been with for a year now. Her hair is soft and so is her skin. Atleast that's what that Stan guy says. Before he came along, she would have been mine. I just needed more time. This world just isn't made for us nice guys anymore. I don't understand what's so special about Stan. He suddenly shows up and steals the attention of every girl in town. I was there for Sara before he was. I was hers and she was mine. Now I'm thrown to the side and forgotten. I'll get revenge somehow, sometime. I'll get rid of Stan and Sara will be mine again.
Startled by the words she read, Sara throws the book against the wall. The impact formed a tiny hole in the wall. Sara stood, still shaking, and walked closer to the hole in the wall. She picks up another book and starts slamming it against the wall. The hole grows. Sara stopped using the book and started pulling the wall down with her own hands. She fells something sharp and pulls her hand out of the wall. There's a cut on the end of her index finger. With blood dripping, Sara continues to pull at pieces of the wall when suddenly hundreds of razor blades fall to the crowd before her. Inside the wall there is a note. It reads:
"Remember what he did to you? How he treated you bad. Go ahead, look at your wrists. I'm sure you'll remember what you did to yourself."
Still searching in the shoe box full of his memories, Stan comes across a VHS tape. Lucky for him there was a VCR in the room. Everything seems to set it self up. It's like somebody wanted me to find this room and find this tape. He puts the tape in to see what information is on the tape. It's a tape from a birthday party, a home video. There's no sign as to whose party it is though. Stan sees himself alongside Sara. There is a boy around their age in the back, far away from the other kids. He seems to only watch Sara, then he writes something in his book. The boy looks disturbed about even being there. Nobody else will talk to him or even offer him a piece of cake. He just stares and writes. Could all of this be that kid trying to get back at me for something? Was he the mastermind behind this? The video changes from the party to a man sitting in the dark.
"Welcome to my little side of Hell, Stan. My friends call me Vic. I know we will become great friends, Stan. I just can't wait to see you dead. I'm sure you're starting to put the pieces together. You always were the scholar. All I want from you Stan is the truth. It's that simple. You could be the big hero once again. Remember those days, Stan? I bet you do. I hope you realize there is no escape. You will die by my hands. Sara will too. It's only a matter of time before I pull the plug on this entire operation. Before the police catch wind of it. Do you have the patience to wait on the cops? or will you try to be the hero and get everybody here killed? You wouldn't like that, would you Stan? Just make the right choice" The screen goes to black.
So this madman is only wanting to know the truth from me. The truth about what. What does he want me to say? "I hope you can hear me you freak! You must have some screws lose or something, buddy! Your only amusement comes from stalking others. How screwed up does somebody be have to be to lock others up?! Why don't you answer that question! I'm going to get out and I will find you. Once the cops find you, you'll be nothing but lose soil! I'll find Sara too. We're getting out of this alive!"
Stan jumped back into the unlocked room with the paper floors. Sara and him were going to get out alive. He did love Sara. Just in a different way from most. He needed a plan. He only had an hour the save Sara from wherever she was, but how was he to find her? I only know that she is locked in a room somewhere. It might not even be in this house. I haven't even been able to see the front of the house. Once I woke up all I saw was a staircase. Sara must be here. Stan ran out of the room with a trail of paper lingering behind. He started banging on every door he saw. There was no answer on any of the doors. Could she still be conscious?
Sara lies in the uncomfortable bed she had awoken from hours earlier. She's tired and unable to move or make a sound. There was a bang on the door of the room earlier, but she was far too weak to scream for help. Sara wondered if it was Stan coming to save her. If it was, once she regained her strength, she would complain and ask what took him so long. He would only say, "I could have left you." It would also be a lie. Just something he would say to make Sara understand how much he cares.
Stan finds the stairs he first saw, and sits to think about how he could find Sara in time. He thought about breaking the doors down, but how could he do it. Stan wasn't known to be very strong. If only he could find an axe or another kind of weapon. Something that could make it through these doors and could do it quickly.
(Note to self: Find good location for this next paragraph.) Stan and Sara made an attempt to see each other whenever they could. If you needed to find Stan, Sara could tell you where he was. It was a great summer for both of them. Unknown to them someone was always there. He was always observing,but never said a word. You could tell the boy was bothered by the love Stan and Sara shared. He went to school with Sara for years. They use to be friends, until he told her how he really felt about her. Sara rejected him and the boy has stalked her since. He wanted to be her protector not just a bystander or just a friend. Sara never gave him the chance to be her knight, so now he wants Sara and Stan dead. Sara has never told Stan about the boy who tried to go too far. Stan would search for the boy and teach him a lesson. At all of the gatherings Stan and Sara had been to, Sara never saw the boy watching, waiting for the right time to get back at her for the pain she caused him and to get back at Stan for being so lucky.
Who could be after Stan and Sara? Stan only knows a name of their kidnapper while Sara only knows the handwriting which was on the note and in the book she had found. Neither of those had a name. Nothing symbolized anything they remembered. To Sara it was only a madman out to get her, but to Stan it was somebody who must have watched them for a while. He was in the tape. Watching and writing. What was he writing? Sara knew. She read it. Stan was confused and lost in all of this. He was losing time quick. His heart thumping 3 times as fast has the grandfather clock in the hallway. His thoughts fused together. He couldn't decipher what was real or what was a dream. It was all real. Trapped in a house with no seen windows. Who could live in such a place? Not being able to see outside. No cars passing or the seasons changing. Was it even a house somebody lived in? Or was it built for torture? The very purposes it was being used for now.
Stan had to think quickly if was going to have a chance of saving Sara. Was the man in the video saying that just to get Stan away from some real answers? Stan had no idea where Sara could be. If only he had some help, something to give a hint as to which room Sara could be locked away in. It took Stan a while to think about it. He decided to run back to the room with the moniters. They must show something in them. When he looked earlier, he saw some people wondering around in several different rooms. Maybe Sara was in one of them.
He climbed back into the room with the single chair, which was now on its side against a wall instead of comfortably sitting in the middle of the floor facing the screens. Stan grabbed the chair and dragged it in front of the moniters and sat discovering exactly how many people were here. Out of the eleven moniters, six were occupied with others. Why had Vic picked me to be the only one not locked in a room? How had he picked his slaves? Why didn't he tell me of the others? How long do they have?
Vic loved playing games of catch. Only his way of catch is different from tossing a ball with another. His way of catch was kidnapping others and keeping them as long as he could. 'Catching Victims' is what he called his game. It has only been seventeen hours in his new game with new contestants. His goal is a week. The public will start wondering where his contestants are, so they will start searching. The cops will be told, but when they find the hideout Vic is nowhere to be seen. Vic was going to make everybody remember the destruction he could cause. His playground was any abandoned building in the town he happened to be in. This time it's a house on the outskirts of Austin, Texas. He liked the surroundings. They reminded him of the old westerns he use to watch before he discovered Sara and her beauty.
Have I done anything to deserve this? What truth must I tell for this to end? Why can't it be written and read to me? Stan was confused about this whole ordeal. Was Vic really wanting a confession or was it just a tool of destruction? Stan now realized Vic was out for blood. Stan assumes that Vic was the boy at the party in the video, but there is a chance that Vic wanted Stan to think that.
Vic knew of Stan's childhood as much as he knew of Sara's. Stan was a younger brother. He felt left out most of the time. His parents only seemed to care about his older brother. Only a few years older than Stan, his brother made most of the mistakes in the family, but for some reason their parents didn't seem to care. In Stan's house, he had to fight for attention. It didn't work though. He became successful in his life. All that came out of it was his parents asking if he would help his brother. Stan's parents didn't really care about Stan. They only cared about Rick. Now Stan is locked away in some house with no windows, with a murderer, and no way out. Did his parents care? Probably not. He didn't have a good childhood, and Vic knew. Vic will use the trama Stan's childhood caused as a weapon to make him weak.
Stan knew there had to be a reason why he wasn't locked away. A reason why Vic was after him and the others in the house. Stan had to find a way to get into the other rooms. But when he got everybody out of their rooms, where would they go? How would they get out? Vic said something about waiting for the cops or to try to get out now and kill everybody here. How did I get stuck with this kind of choice? What am I going to do?!
My Own Little Fairy Tale Story
whatever happened to happily ever after
or once upon a time
life goes by too fast for such fairy tales
I'm in fifth gear and brakes don't work
there's curvy roads up ahead
and I don't know what to too
my life begins to flash
and I notice that it sucked
luckily the road suddenly became straight
it was a sign, showing me what I've done
my life has been a waste
I've been somebody just to get in the way
I now know my fate
I must make it better
make it worth it
so far you've made it special to me
It's finally worth it all
all the pain and the waiting
you're my angel keeping me alive
saving me from a horrible death
with nothing to leave behind
I know have time to live happily ever after
it's my own little fairy tale story
and we're both playing the leads
Reading Away Our Hope
thoughts wonder through the dreams
of all the children sleeping in their beds
great dreams of greater adventures
the kind you could only think of
their imaginations are at their potential
only at night while asleep
once awoken all thoughts disperse
leaving the mind of the child
never having plans to return
if only they could remember
their adventures while they lie still
great inventions could come out of those dreams
but they all forget and they'll never remember
so now the dreams are shattered
life will come to an end
and here we sit reading away our hope