Wonderland

Eye of the storm

Nadia's P.O.V

After I was caught by Mr. Giovani, he forced me into his nice car and locked me in there as if I were a wild animal ready to pounce on his ass. I was so steaming mad I forgot about my ankle and my bleeding hands.

"Help! Help! Help me!" I kept screaming from the top of my lungs, waiting for someone to come to my rescue and save me, but I was left disappointed over and over again.

I'm so angry that I literally have tears streaming down my chubby cheeks. I'm not fat but I'm fuller on most places on my body. I am the real definition of thick. Big boobs, big butt, big lips, big hips, small waist, and long legs.

I climbed to the front of the car and reached for the ignition, just to realize that his car was a push to start. I could literally face palm myself. Of course the rich sexy guy would have a push to start car.

Noticing that there wasn't a key to start the car, I pressed the start button and drove off. Unfortunately the car didn't drive off too far before the engine shut down. Great just my luck, guess tonight isn't my night.

I hurriedly unlocked the car doors and bolted into the woods, looking for a place to hide and rest. I'm not out of shape but I do get out of breath easily, I guess that's my cue to stop getting high everyday.

I hid behind a large tree trunk and sat down exhausted after running for almost over an hour. As I sat down and started to relax a little, knowing I had at least a few minutes before Mr. Giovani's men would catch up to me.

I attempted to catch my breath and calm my nerves down. I'm not going down without a fight, if he really wants me that bad he'd have to fight me for myself. I doubt I'd ever give up fighting, doesn't matter if he's hot or not, I wont stop.

I slowly allowed the coldness of the night air, drift me off to sleep. I forget all about the men that are looking for me, and close my eyes and allow my dreams to overwhelm my mind.

As I fall asleep on this old tree trunk, I can feel myself falling into a dark abyss. Startled I violently jerk awake and look around sweat dripping off my forehead and shivers running down my back.

Nothing seemed to have changed. I attempt to get up and wince at the pain in my ankle and my hands. I look down and notice that my hands had dried up blood on them, then I remembered the strange events that had happened earlier. I'm surprised that Mr. Giovani's men hadn't found me yet.

As I get up carefully and on alert trying not to make too much noise, I noticed a strange little cloud forming above me. I looked at it curiously and thought to myself "How strange is this?"

I start walking away from the cloud to avoid getting wet from the potential rain the little cloud could release unto me, making my night even worse.

"Hello Nadia!" A strange kid like voice said to me. I turn around to look in the direction it came in, just to find nothing. I'm confused and also a little scared. How does this kid know my name? And where is this strange kid hiding?

"Is there someone there? How do you know my name? Where are you, why can't I see you?" I ask the voice trying to find out if the voice is a friendly voice or even if I had just imagined it.

After waiting a few exhausting minutes for a response I started to panic. I started running, but it did me no good because without a doubt I broke my ankle jumping out of my window. I attempted to continue running, but I couldn't handle the pain any further, I needed to rest.

As I sat down to relax under a old fallen tree I noticed a little bottle that said "DO NOT DRINK ME!" that's strange. Why would someone write that on the bottle? I reached over to grab the little bottle and opened it to smell the contents of it.

"Oh! Yuck! TF is in this damn bottle?" I smelled the bottle and almost threw up, but for some reason I have this urge to taste the contents inside the bottle. I licked the tip of the bottle and to my surprise it had a sweet nectar flavor. It was wonderful.

"How does a substance smell so damn awful, but then taste so damn wonderful?" I asked no one in particular, not expecting anyone one to answer me back.

"It wasn't meant to be sniffed." I heard that same voice reply to my rhetorical question. I jumped full of surprise and looked around to see even just the slightest glimpse of whom this voice might belong to.

I found nothing but the vast empty darkness. I get up and put the little bottle into my back pocket. I limp around a little looking for the slightest clue as to where this voice is coming from. I felt a strange breeze blow across my face, sending shivers down my spine in suspense.

I can feel someone's presence but I can't see them. I'm starting to feel scared again. I start to panic, what if it's a killer kid? Or worse a demonic killer ghost kid? I'm starting to think that I'm losing my mind.

It starts pouring down ice cold droplets of rain, so I try to find shelter, but I have no luck in doing so. Shivering, cold, depressed, alone, and angry I walk for miles into the deep, dark, lonely forest. As I'm walking I start to feel numb, wishing I would've put on a thicker hoodie.

I think I walked for over an hour. I'm exhausted and need to rest. It had stopped raining five minutes ago.