I don't know why I am always late. But I was late yet again as I struggle to pat my dress against my body and drink my tea at the same time. My alarm went off again and I snoozed it and pushed to ten more minutes ahead. This was the fifteenth time I had snoozed it. The first five times was me adding myself ten more minutes of sleep. Five times. The second five were me trying to pull myself out of bed and the last were me trying to bath while cooking breakfast while ironing my clothes and while styling my hair. That wasn't possible of course.
The smell of burning fabric fills the air suddenly and I'm then reminded that I left my work blazer under the hot ironing box. Why does nature hate me? I rush to rescurw the fair white piece of fabric but it's already too late as the gaping hole bove my left breast stairs t me.
I'm not a lazy person nor do I love to postpone but I'm a career woman who hated her job but has a secret obsession about writing fanfictions and novels. Having promised my writes to update two chapters every day was my only mistake. I had first decided to write for fun back when I was in my final year of college. Back then I had a lot of time on my hands since I was bad at keeping social relationships. My book had got a lot of love and my pen name cursedink had developed a small funbase.
However love can be a curse in itself. Perhaps I had cursed myself with my pen name because my stupid promise had sank me into slavely. I once failed to update and my comments had grown so dark I was left shaking under my covers for days. The only thing that save s from getting a beating from my readers perhaps was the fact that the didn't know my government name. They didn't know if I was male or female and that was the only blessing. Even so they had cursed me till my third generation and some even speculated I was a fat ugly man in my forties. One even speculated that maybe I passed away even attracting a few rip heartfelt messages.
I didn't learn my lesson the first time and even started a second book right after finishing the first. I rather love conspiracies and so I started a new book. THE LAST OF HIS KIND. It was only four weeks old on the site but my fanbase had doubled. I wished to rename it LAST OF MY SANITY, because it was putting me under so much pressure I hadn't gotten a full night sleep since I started it. The day before today I updated one chapter instead of two and if I hadn't begged my fans and lied that I was sick they could have cursed till my sevent generation. In return I had to update three chapters before I went to bed. I had barely placed my head on the pillow when my alarm went off.
My alarm went off again and I jumped a few centimeters in the air before shutting it down. If I didn't leave this very moment my boss was going to have my skinny butt on a silver platter. The short mean woman was so mean she could freeze you with a glare. I shuddered leaving my barely drank cup of tea before rushing for the door. My heels are clicked caressly on the stairs of my apartment that didn't have an elevator. Lucky I only stayed on the second floor. I didn't stop even after busting out of the building. My heels gnar on the gravel as my weight pressed onto them while I ran to the bus stop.
I could see it in sight and I waved for the driver to wait. What a lucky ...
My train of thought is cut when in slow motion a foot is intentionally placed in front of me. I instinctively hesitate trying to catch myself and instead loose my footing. But instead of falling a pair of hands catches me harshly before a sack is thrown onto my head and my world goes dark.
It doesn't take me long to realize what just happened and I immediately struggle against the bruising grip on both my hand which are held tightly behind me and pressured onto a body. I struggle with all my strength as panic sets in my deep in my stomach and a feeling of dread settles in my heart.
"Let me go please" I beg as the person behind me no doubt a man starts moving forward steadly and before long the screeching tired of a vehicle stops in front of us and he lets go of me. I'm sent flying for a second before I land on my hands on a colds floor of no doubt a vehicle. Ohh no!
" Help! Help!" I scream but my voice is muffled by the sudden bang of the door and we are on the move.
"The underground were house" a gruf voice says. It the voice of my abductor. I have never heard of this voice before and I was pretty good at remembering voices. My breath comes in gasps as fear begins to seep into my bones.
"You have the wrong person" I say as loudly as I can.
"I'm just a starting journalist all I do is write news my superiors. Let me go please." I say again and I am ignored. Just when I'm about to move my hands and rip the sack of my face my hands are captured and bound tightly behind my back. I have always hated being restrained or being confined in small spaces. When he ties by legs too I loose it and I forget to breathe. My lungs rise and fall hashly as panic floods my being and suddenly I'm suffocating.
"Please!" I beg and as my air supply becomes smaller and smaller in the cage in my head.
"She is going to faint" another voice says slightly bored.
"I didn't even gag her" The gruff voice says again with a lack of emotional. At the mention of gag I lose it and suddenly I can't breath.
I can't lose both my mobility and be gagged. Sweat pours down my back as I try to calm down but it's futile. I am being kidnapped and I don't know why? I'm I going to die just like this? Did those fans of mind jinx me? I'm I going to die without seeing my sixth generation? I can feel my head become light.
"What a bother" the bored voice says before a hand squeezes the are where my neck meets my shoulders and consciousness slips from me as I'm plunged into darkness.