Not all is fair in love and war.
TW: kidnapping, violence, broken bones, blood, fatshaming, starvation
Ten days. Maisie had been gone for ten days, and by the eighth day she had given up hope. Her lips were dry and cracked, and she could have sworn that she was near death. She’d begun fading in and out of consciousness periodically. Blood still caked her hair, and she was almost certain that in the process of trying to defend herself she had ended up with a broken arm, if the searing hot pain and dis-formed bone structure in her forearm were any indication.
Days had passed, however, and Maisie remained in the dark, tied to a chair. Days one and two had been decent. She could vaguely remember being fed something bland on the first day, and she’d been granted a generous sip of water. The second day she was offered only half the portion of food, and not nearly as much water as she needed to remain comfortable. The third day, her captor only offered her a single sip of water. That had been the day that Maisie had acted out–trying to headbutt the person in the black mask. It hadn’t ended well for her, to say the least.
From the fourth day on, Maisie had been left on her own. No food, no water. She had finally broken free from the ties, but was left in pitch-black darkness. And as scared as she was, Maisie couldn’t help but wonder if she deserved this. Once upon a time she had, after all, called a girl fat. She’d fatshamed that girl in front of the entire cheer team, and Poppy Andrews had praised her for it. But apparently the guilt hadn’t been enough–now she was surely paying for what she had done. Karma really was a bitch.
Somewhere around the fifth day, Maisie found herself holding onto the hope that someone would come looking for her. There was no doubt in her mind that her sister was losing her mind with worry–which made Maisie physically sick. The thought of losing her sister made her literally sick to her stomach–which led to the battered blonde vomiting the remaining contents of her stomach. She was running on empty now, but she was still holding onto the hope that someone was looking after her… even though it felt like nobody was.
She should have bled out by the sixth day. Every time she tried her hardest to move, it seemed to reopen the wounds on her body. Her side stung like hell, but she was almost certain that there was a gash on her leg from where she was nearly stabbed. There was also no doubt in her mind that the cuts and wounds should be infected by now, which could only mean the worst.
The seventh day was what Maisie thought would be her last day living. The world seemed to spin in the darkness around her, and she said her prayers goodbye. She prayed that Harlow would take care of herself when she was gone, and that she would always remember and cherish the memories they shared. She prayed that Mr. Moore would forgive her for ever letting go of his son. She prayed that Felix would learn to love again, and that Mara would find love for herself. She prayed that Lizzy would realize, sooner rather than later, just how important she was, no matter how quiet. She prayed that Jonah would find happiness in life, even if she couldn’t be the one to give it to him.
It was with those prayers that she finally blacked out.
Day ten arrived, and Maisie managed to open her eyes just in time to see a crack of light. E–or whoever had taken her–had left the door open, presumably having thought she was dead. It was a miracle, and she wasn’t even sure she believed in them. But after accepting the fact that she had to say her silent goodbyes, this sure as hell seemed like a miracle. And so Maisie, will every remaining bit of energy she had left, staggered to her feet and shakily made her way to the exit.
She had just about pulled herself out of the building before her legs gave out beneath her. A strangled “help” left her lips just before her head collided with the concrete and the world went dark.
Date Admitted into Fairfield Preperatory Hospital Wing: February 14th, 2018 Time Admitted: 12:18 in the afternoon Room of Admission: Room 117 Visitors allowed: 3 at a time once patient is stable. Injuries sustained:
Broken left arm (requires plaster cast)
Open wound on right thigh (requires stitches)
Lacerations on face (requires stitches)
Severe dehydration & starvation (requires several IV’s)
Damaged lungs caused by internal trauma, likely from physical attack (required oxygen support through nostrils)
Concussion & temporary unconsciousness
