Zoe's POV:

Important author's note: paragraphs that are italicized are supposed to be read as if they are in Zoe's mind, they are described as what she's thinking.

I wake up on a small mattress, unchained. Half empty bottles of vodka, rum, and beer sit on the ground beside me. He forced me to drink, and I've got to say, I have a hell of a headache. There's an orange and dingy glow to this warehouse, I probably would be afraid...but because of what just happened to me, a stupid abandoned warehouse doesn't even compare.

I roll my self onto the floor, literally, because I can barely move. My legs ache and my whole body is bruised up, I don't know where to go.

After a few minutes of trying to stand up, I finally get the hang of it. I take each step very cautiously, mostly because I don't want to fall and bust my head open before I get the chance to get out of here, but also because every step I take makes me feel like my body is shattering whole.

I walk over to the dirty windows and wipe them with my hand. When I look through the window, I see that I must be on the top floor, which means I have to take stairs to get out of here. At this point, I'm afraid to go outside because it's pitch black, and my legs won't work how I want them to. I decided to take my tattered and bloody clothes, and put them back on. I'm spending the rest of the night here at this warehouse and when I see the sun come out, that's when I'm going to make my move.

I look back to the pole I was handcuffed to. The video camera is set up, and there's a laptop next to it. Why would he do that? Is this some kind of sick joke?

I open up the laptop and I'm automatically forwarded to the desktop. No password?

Mhm.

When I look back at the video camera, I see that a light on it is now red. Is this being recorded?

I see my own face pop up on the laptop screen, I guess I am being recorded. In front of the camera, I knot my long hair up into a bun because I can't find a hair tie.

I look over at the window on the laptop screen and see at the corner that it says, live.
Now I know people are watching.

"I don't know where I am, and I don't know the man who took me. But what I do know, is that I'm going to try and find my way home. I am going to see the people I love again. Mom, if you're watching this, I love you. You too, Amanda, Fin, Nick, and Carisi."I said trying to stand up straight. Trying not to cry.

"So...my plan is to leave here in the morning. There's a forest, I don't know what's out there, but when the sun comes up, I'll be leaving. I'm going to try and get home...wish me luck."I said, and I closed the laptop quickly.

He really was serious about leaving when he was done? But why the hell would he leave the camera and the laptop? Am I being set up? No wait, maybe he wants to be caught. Maybe he's some sick sort of weirdo that's aware of his problems...I don't know.

When I looked at the time on the laptop, it read 12:27am.

Ok, it's already Tuesday, Zoe. You got this. You can do this. The sun should rise in about six to seven hours. If I try to fall asleep on the mattress, time will fly by, right? I'm exhausted anyways.

I slowly walk to the mattress in the middle of the room and lie back down on it, my body falling down onto it in exhaustion. I suddenly feel every pain in my body, my legs are covered with cuts he made, so are my arms, there's a gash on my right shoulder that's covered in a bunch of dried up blood. I'm afraid it's going to get infected.

Wait. Vodka!

I try and sit up correctly, using my right arm to hold me up. I grab the half empty bottle, set it down next to me and take off my t-shirt. I take my beanie off and put it in my mouth, because I know this is going to  burn like hell.

My left hand is shaking so much when I pick up the bottle and brace myself before I start to pour.

"Fuck!"I scream into my beanie. I pull it out of my mouth and dab my shoulder with it, it stings like hell and it feels like my arm is going to fall off, it starts to bleed again but stops in a few minutes. It's all clean within ten minutes.

When I'm done, I cover it with my t-shirt and put my coat on because I'm freezing. I lie down on the mattress and close my eyes.

Instead of drifting off to sleep like I usually do, I'm hit with a bunch of memories. I remember the whole assault from beginning to end.

Running away with Lucy. She stops breathing. I look for her meds. I can't find them. They walk up to me. I scream at Lucy. I cover my eyes. I hear shots. I'm still alive. Lucy is dead. They lift me up, and put me in the black van.

The ride was quiet, no one talked unless they were telling me to shut up. Three of them wore masks, one of them didn't. When we get in front of the warehouse, we're still in the van when he gives each of them a thick stack of money. One of them hits me in the head so hard, I pass out.

I wake up with him on top of me, I can't breathe and he's literally crushing my legs. I'm crying but he's laughing, the more I try to get away, the better he thinks this is. When his hand goes around my throat, I pass out quickly.

The next time I wake up, I'm handcuffed to a pole and there's a camera in front of me. He comes over and puts his arms around me. Even though I'm being smart with him, he still knows he has power over me.

I wake up in a pool of sweat, crying hard. I wish Mom was here, I've never had a dream this bad. When I was a kid and I did have one, she'd let me sleep in her bed.

I sit up straight and look out the window, there's light out. I get up and walk over to the laptop, I open it up and the small clock on the desktop reads 6:43am.

It's finally morning time! Ok, so I have my parka and my t-shirt, my pants are gone...how am I supposed to leave with no pants on? Whatever. I just want to go home. My t-shirt is long anyways, so is my parka. Wait, where are my UGG's? Did he seriously take those too?

I open up the laptop again, this time, I have a great idea. I turn on the camera again and take it off of the tripod.

I'm bringing this with me.

"Change of plans everyone, I'm taking the camera with me. If I record my way back to the city, maybe the police find this warehouse. I know as soon as I'm admitted into a hospital, I might want to forget everything. Ok, let's go."I said swiftly, I walk over to the stair case, which looks terrible, it's rocky and I might bust my ass.

But hey, how much more pain can I be in, right?

I carefully take each step, breathing in and out, my legs are shaking but I'll be fine soon. When I get downstairs, I slip through the door and out into the rocky lot.

Great! No shoes, how convenient. The sun is out, unlike usual...and these rocks are probably turning hotter by the minute.

I take a deep breath before running through all of the rocks, although I should be feeling pain in my legs, running on them feels really good.

Once I'm off the rocks, I'm ready to enter the forest, it's not that bad, probably just a few miles to the city, it looks familiar, but I'm not really sure.

I start walking in the dirt and grass mixture forest and look over at the tall trees. It looks beautiful, although the sun starts to beam into my eyes. It's probably not that bright, my eyes are probably way more sensitive because my head hurts my body is still hungover.

I stop and hunch over, starting to gag.

Do I really have to puke right now!? Stop it, Zoe!

I start running deeper into the forest, after a few minutes of running, I feel light headed. It's weird, I'm always running, especially for cheer practice and gymnastics.

I walk over to the nearest tree and plop my self down.

Zoe! Don't pass out! Please don't pass...

After that, I pass out.