A SHORT STORY BY: DOODLEDOG
Teetee woke suddenly as she felt herself tugged out of her bed by an unseeable force. She could feel hands wrapped around her ankles, and her first thought was, Is it time for breakfast already? But she knew immidiately that wasn't the case. Mama would never pull her out of bed. She would gently wake her. Lizzy and Thistle were way too gentle to even think of doing such a thing to their sister.
Teetee realized that the people tugging on her ankles were masked in black, and as she looked at them, she felt as though she was being sucked into a black abyss. She gasped for breath and reached out, trying to see her hand. What was going on? Was she being...kidnapped?
Looking around, she saw that she was in a black sack and understood the sudden black abyss she had unexpectedly felt. Teetee realized how calm she was. She knew it wasn't a dream, but there was some hope that it was a dream, that she would be carried to the end of the earth to look at the stars, then wake up in her cozy bed at home with her sisters. But she knew it wasn't a dream. Panic rose in her uneasily, and she began to struggle. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. Her voice seemed unable to work, her voice box closed helplessly.
She couldn't get out.
Thistle stretched and sat up in her bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Looking around, she noticed that Teetee's bed was empty and unmade. That's unusual, she thought to herself. Teetee's not usually up until breakfast. Shaking her head as if to clear it, she pushed the thought out of her mind. Maybe she went down to help Mama with breakfast, even though it was usually Lizzy that did that.
Thistle rose from her bed and chose her clothes for the day, quickly getting in her favorite blue dress. When she came out, she saw that Lizzy was beginning to rise. Glancing at the clock, Thistle knew that breakfast wouldn't come for another half hour at the least. She walked over to her desk, where her computer beckoned to her. Sitting down, she opened it and typed in her password. The screen came to life to reaveal an open Word document. She was the only one with Word; neither Lizzy or Teetee would ever use it. Reading the last paragraph she had typed, she began to move her fingers gracefully over the keys, the words flowing out of her easily. It seemed too soon that Mama poked her head through the door.
"Breakfast!" she called, looking to where Lizzy was painting at her table and then at where Thistle was. Mama smiled. "It never varies. You two at your desks, doing your stuff, and Teetee still in be..." Her eyes flickered to Felicity's bed, and a look of confusion crossed her face. "Where's Teetee?"
"We thought she was down helping you," Thistle told her, bewildered.
"No, she's not," Mama answered, still looking confused. The dull ringing of the phone from the living room brought them all out of the Doll Room.
"Maybe it's Teetee?" Lizzy suggested hopefully. Mama crossed the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Pause. "Uh, who's this?" Pause. A look of terror replaced the confusion on Mama's face. "E-excuse me?" Pause. "But-but you can't do that!" Pause. "You-you...We will get you for this!" Pause. "I-I wasn't threatening you! Just go away!" Mama slammed the phone back into it's position and broke down crying. Backing away in surprise, Thistle wondered, horrified, who had been on the phone. She had never seen her mother like this.
Lizzy walked cautiously up to Mama. "Mommy?" Thistle heard her whisper. Thistle walked over to them as Mama lifted her face from her arms. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she gathered the two Dolls to her. Thistle faintly noticed the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen.
"Oh dear," Mama whispered into their ears. Taking them by the shoulders, she pulled them away from her and looked them in the eye. "Honies, there was a man on the phone just now." Thistle could tell it was taking all of her courage to tell them this. "The man-he said that he had...well, he has Teetee."
Thislte's eyes stretched wide. "You...you mean that he kidnapped her?" Mama hesitated, then nodded very slowly. Thistle could feel her face growing hot as tears came to her eyes. She understood now why Mama had cried. "How could they?" she cried unhappily as Mama gathered her in her arms.
"It...it's okay," Lizzy said, though Thistle knew that it wasn't okay. "She's probably on her way back. And if she isn't...well, we'll have to go and get her, won't we?"
Teetee woke groggily, her first thought, Why is this matress so uncomfortable? Observing her surroundings, she noticed that she was in a barren, steel room with nothing but the feeling-like-it's-wooden mattress she was on and a dresser (which, under further investigation, was empty).
She tried to remember the night before. She remembered a dream about a black sack and being kidnapped, but...wait. That wasn't a dream.
A scratching noise coming from the door aroused her from her thoughts. A plate with a plate-like bowl full of clam chowder was pushed under the door. Realizing how hungry she was, Felicity heaved herself out of her hard bed and tasted the soup, realizing unhappily that it was cold.
She needed to get out of here.
THIS ENDS KIDNAPPED! PART ONE
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