19 October 2017, Thursday
Another though day at school. As usual my classmates exiled me. Every single day I have to eat alone, sit alone, and work alone. I'm already sick of this life. Not to mention the fact that my over busy parents aren't home till night. There was no one to comfort me.

??? October 2017, Day unknown
This is crazy, seemly impossible, but it actually happened. I was going out to the school gate from the junior high building, when the security at duty called out to me. He told me that my father was waiting for me near the school's park. He did promised to pick me up that day since I wasn't feeling well. I went to the park and was stunned on the way. I remembered being picked up and brought to a huge blue van, but that's all. Next, I woke up inside this tiny room. It's dim, not much light to see. Only old and odd furniture are here, they're really dusty. I can see one door and one window, even though the window is covered with paint. Long story short, I was kidnapped. I know my parents are quite rich, but never would I imagine getting kidnapped. What would they want, ransom? Black mailing of some sort? Or are they after my body? I was terrified. But the kidnappers were nice enough to let me keep my schoolbag, even though my cellphone was taken. At least I can keep writing in my diary.

Day 1 October 2017, 19:47
I have no information on the current day or date. I'm sure it's still October 2017 though. And I'm grateful that there's actually a clock in here, at least I can tell the time now. I think a day has passed since last I wrote. Because last time I wrote in my diary, the room was really dim. But now it's quite bright, brighter at least. Looks like sunlight could still go through the painted window even just a bit. I couldn't get much sleep last night, who could? 13:12, I heard some people talking on the other side of the door. Around 5, no, maybe 6. I was too tired to understand what they said, well, I was actually hungry rather than tired. Ten minutes after, the door was slammed open, and a man threw a piece of bread and a bottle of water. Of course I stuffed myself right away, I couldn't bear it any longer. At the end of the day, I decided to sleep.

Day 2 October 2017, 20:16
I woke up late today. It was already past noon, 13:43 to be exact. Closing to evening, they gave me food again, much more this time. At exactly 17:00, a man came through the door. His face was covered. He gave me a set of clothing and pointed out a gun to me, telling me to get changed. I would have gladly do so since I haven't changed out from my school uniform at all, but with him standing there holding a gun, it was quite scary. I was to oblige or else, I might not write anymore. At the night, I was forced to sleep with uncomfortable clothes in the middle of the cold. I could feel my body heating up. Am I coming down with a cold?

Day 3 October 2017, 20:35
The same pattern repeat itself again today. I woke up past noon and ate the same thing but smaller in portion. It has been days since I left school. Sometimes I would miss the time I was bullied or exiled. I would do anything to go through that again. And the one I miss the most is Christopher. I wonder why a superstar like him who excels in both sports and academics would take his time playing tricks on me. Cause I'm a girl? Cause he was way more superior to me? Whatever the reason, I was fed up with him. But this past few days, he has been on my mind all the time. Second to my parents that is. But it still doesn't make senses, I'm in danger here. And yet, he's the person I've missed the most next to my parents. I couldn't shake off the feelings.

Day 4 October 2017, 19:24
Four whole days have passed. And today I've done nothing but wonder, how are my parents doing? I recalled back a year ago, on 27 October, my birthday. On the night of my party, my parents answered their phone about some promotion. Long story short, after that day, my parents got really busy. They never went home before night and hardly ever talked to me about my day. It wasn't like that before 27 October last year, before I was 16. They were your typical busy parents, home till evening, still have time to listen to your problems, and seems to care for you the most. I know they do still care, but they haven't shown it much since last year. My heart ache because I felt worthless. My parents don't look like they care anymore and not to mention my horrible classmates. They exiled me because of my looks. I was so down that I thought, maybe it's better if I die now at the hands of my kidnapper.

Day 5 October 2017, 19:53
I didn't sleep the night before. How are my parents? Where are they? Do they even noticed I'm gone? Only questions accompanied me last night. Today, I lost hope. I doubt anyone will come and save me. That noon, I was laying on the floor, shivering, when the door was slammed open. A masked man came and held me up. Two other men then came in following the first and this one tall guy talked to a phone. After a quick look, I realized it was my phone. The tall guy said something about a ransom on me. He then put the phone on loud speaker. And I heard them, my parents. They sounded worried and sad. I let out a squeak, calling out mom and dad. Upon hearing my soft voice, their voice turned from sorrow to joy. It sounded like they were glad to finally talk with me again. But I was quickly interrupted. The other guy slapped me so hard, that the impact's sound echoed through the room. The tall guy spoke again to my parents, saying that he wants a billion pound cash money in two days. He said that until he gets the money, I will be torture. He left and the other two started beating me up, throwing me here and there, and ripping a part of my clothes. No food was given to me after they left. At night, they deliberately forced me to change into something small and thin in that freezing condition. It didn't even felt like wearing any clothes at all. I slept uneasy that night.

Day 6 October 2017, 21:42
Early in the morning, they dragged me away while I was still sleeping. They plunged me in a tub full of dirty mud to wake me up. They bind me so I couldn't get out. I was trapped there, immersed in mud, feeling so uncomfortable until past noon. They pulled me out and drag me back to my room. In there, I was drenched in ice water to clean off the mud. I felt so cold. The men who drenched me left while laughing so eerie. I sat there going blank, feeling so weak. At that time, I gave a thought about my friends. What's it like at school without me around? How are they doing? Do they still care just a bit? Unanswered questions started popping out. Then around the corner of my eyes I spotted, my bag. I reached out to it and started messing with it. Suddenly I found a piece of paper I wasn't familiar with. I read it and tears fell down on my cheek. It was from Christopher, he put it in on the day I was kidnapped. It was written to encourage me. He said that I shouldn't feel down about all the teasing I got, they don't mean any harm. The way I'm treated is only because I'm different from others in a special way and because I appear to be really grand that the others find it hard to approach me. At least that's the main point of his four hundred words note for me. He also added a bit of something in the end that put a smile on my face. But I'd rather not tell. I know I couldn't trust that note to be the truth, but somehow I believe in every word it said. A single piece of note lighted up a new hope for me. I obtained the strength to go on. But soon my strength was cut loose. At night they came again and carved 'KAREN', my name, on my shoulder. I slept that night with a bit of blood spilled.