It was a Wednesday. It's been a week. A week since Ashlynn was reported missing, your girlfriend gone from her house. You lived in a small town, so everyone knew everyone. Ashlynn came from a family higher in the power chain so the entire town was looking for her. You'd been a wreck the entire time, barely eating or sleeping. You were rotting in bed when you heard the doorbell. Mom and dad were out so you go and answer the door. It's Mr. Talon, or Jackson. He's your English teacher and has been incredibly helpful and supportive to you the entire time.

"Hey kid, how are you today? Can you let me in?" Something was wrong, he looked nervous. You let him in anyways. The both of you talk for a bit before it gets dark and Mr. Talon decides he should leave. "First can I use the bathroom?" He asks.

"Yeah, it's the second door on the left, down the hall." you tell him, the feeling in your gut worsening. After a few minutes he comes out of the bathroom looking grim. "Mr. Talon? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." he apologized. Why though? Then you realized. In his left hand he has several of your dad's sleeping pills. Your dad had horrible insomnia so his was heavy. In his right was a gun, aimed at you.

"Don't yell, scream or call for help. Just take the pills and follow me to my car, we are gonna take a ride." He said, handing you the pills to take.