Captured Time-Jump

It has been days and days.

Nothing has changed.

Everything's the same here although I'm sure outside life is going on normally.

Here I was, a prisoner in a grimy old cell.

I sighed and stood up, as if on cue, the food slot opened and stale bread was pushed through. "Eat it up!", a harsh voice accompanied it. Used to this, I accepted the food with a resigned glance.

I sat down and started chewing on the stale bread to make it soft enough to swallow. While I stared at the wall, I noticed something different. At one place, the wall was caved in a bit, curious, I got up. Using my expert fingers, I lightly skimmed over the wall.

I was right. The wall has the city on the other side judging by the draughts entering from the millions of the tiny gaps in the wall.

For the first time, I had hope for freedom. I could finally esc- I stopped, not believing it was true. I had become so used to this dull, orderly life that I forgot my real teenage one.

I missed my fourteenth birthday These scoundrels had captured me a day before my birthday. I tried everything a skilled warrior could do and believe me, I knew all of them. After all, my dad was the best in America at his fighting skills.

Here I was, his daughter, taking his skills at the age of thirteen. Somehow, the people who captured me were more advanced than anything I had seen before. They threw me in this cell and here I lived for god knows how many days.

All my technology, including my phone, was shut down as soon as I entered the building, right now they are useless.

I couldn't even go on Instagram, for god's sake!

Now, how can I escape through this wall?

Mentally, I made a plan. I'll be ready at midnight and I'll kick down the wall, judging by its state, one kick and it will be down. After that, I'll hail an Uber or taxi, whatever I see first and go home.

Simple enough.

I sat back down and started to devour my stale bread which was heaven to my half-starved stomach. I had hope, I could get out. My mind was flooded with pictures of my family, best friends, boyfriend...

No day-dreaming.

Deciding to go to sleep early, I ate the bread and went straight to my bed and nestled into the moth-eaten sheets.

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My eyes snapped open. Somehow, in my mind, I knew it was time for action. I got up and sneaked over to the tiny barred window, sure enough, it was pitch black like I expected it to be.

I smiled and grabbed the few possessions I had in my cell. My boots, jacket and my useless books and pieces of technology. Wearing, the boots I concentrated on the wall. Everything disappeared except the wall, I could see inside the wall, see its weak points. Finding the weakest one, I gave a huge kick. The wall came crumbling down.

For a second, I tensed afraid that someone would burst through the prison door but nothing happened.

I realized with a start that I was hearing beeps and car horns while the air smelled like how New York's air usually would smell like; full of different perfumes and a slight tang to it.

Could I possibly be...free?

I walked out slowly. There were cars even some people at different spots although not too many as it was midnight.

"Hey!", I shouted excitedly. I frowned. No one looked at me as if... they didn't see me.

No, Stacy magic is not real, isn't it?

I took a step forward when something out of this world happened.

It felt like I went through ice and then my body turned itself inside out. Stumbling forward, I managed to catch my balance. Walking over to one of the stores, I entered.

"Excuse me but do you know from where I can catch a taxi from?", I asked the store-manager sweetly.

Well, as sweet as you can look with matted hair, ripped clothes and a school bag dangling from my shoulder.

He looked at me suspiciously before saying, "Just go around the corner, you can catch one there."

Smiling at him, I went around the corner, sure enough, there was a taxi.

Getting in, I smiled and said, "21 Hepburn Road."

I ignored the thought about no money.

The taxi driver seemed like a nice guy and he just smiled before setting off.

Suddenly he broke the quiet and said, "You know you look like that girl that went missing, right?

I laughed good-naturedly before asking, "What was her name?

He replied, "Stacy Donwell. She was a huge mystery back in 2014. Her dad did everything to find her but she just vanished."

What? Is he joking? That's my name? It is 2014 anyway, right?

I smiled at the guy before going back to my thoughts.

While he drove, we passed by a billboard that said 'Released this summer 2017'

How long was I in the cell? Three years? Who were those people who kidnapped me?

I sighed knowing that I may have escaped physically but my mind will stay captive by this until I get answers.

Am I really free at all?