My previously lifeless body jumped into action. I shot up off the floor and stared wide eyed at the note again. This note was definitely Blake's writing, so that meant something could have happened to him, something not at all related to another suicide attempt. And what are the chances of him leaving a message in his note and me telling him about the murder I witnessed the last time I saw him?

I needed to find him. Maybe I was just grasping at straws but I needed to follow this hunch, I just had this feeling deep in my bones that Blake didn't want to end his life again. I wracked my brains, where could he possibly be if he hadn't attempted suicide? I had no idea. I tapped my fingers onto my knees, I needed to retrace his last steps. He was at the hospital yesterday morning; he went missing between when he left the hospital and when he was supposed to return home.

He must have been at the house if he left the letter or somebody else could have been in here. A creep shuddered up my spine at the thought of having some kidnapper in my room. I remember calling his phone yesterday after I found the letter and it actually rang through, even though he didn't answer. That meant his phone was still on, and maybe could give an indication of where he was last. I knew it was a long shot but it was worth a try. I grabbed my computer out from under my bed and logged in. I knew Blake had find my iPhone on his phone and if I am able to hack into his App Store, I will be able to track it.

It took me two hours; my hands were moving over the keyboard like a trapped fly in a glass container as the adrenaline fuelled my movements. I linked his tracker to my phone and when the location lit up on my phone, I breathed out a massive sigh of relief. His phone was still turned on and had the internet connected wherever it was. His phone's location pinged and indicated that he was at the school.

My eyebrows knitted together, why would his phone be at the school? I zoomed in on the location to see more precisely that his phone was located at the old orphanage just beside the school. I remembered with a frown that and a quick look at the time the fundraiser was being held there right now. This was weird, very weird. Why would his phone be at the fundraiser, when is probably should be at the bottom of the lake?

The chances of all this being a coincidence was too high. I needed to investigate. I quickly splashed my puffy face with water and changed into acceptable clothing to be seen outdoors in. I ran up to my car and started the engine with a roar and then sped down the road racing towards where Blake's phone was located. I felt like I was always racing towards Blake, racing to save him.

The tires squeaked as I pulled up into the parking lot to the orphanage, which was located right next to the school. The parking lot was packed, the fundraiser was being held in the front gardens of the orphanage.

The usually dark and abandoned gardens of the orphanage was illuminated with bright scintillating lights and was bristling with people. Stalls were set up throughout the grass areas and there was a stage that was erected where an orchestra was playing soft music. Food trucks were assembled and there was an animal pen where people could hold different wildlife. I glanced around in awe, I didn't realise Lisa had been doing so much work for this, I really have been neglecting her recently with everything going on with Blake.

I looked at my phone and zoomed into Blake's phone tracker to find that it indicated that his phone was inside the orphanage building. The orphanage was surrounded by a gate so the only way to get into the building was through the front entrance gates. During the day when we are at school the entrance gates are usually left open which is how all the delinquents got in there to smoke cigarettes but today there was a blockage at the gates.

The grand gates that enclosed the orphanage were open to the public but there was a woman standing there collecting entrance money, it was a twenty-dollar entry fee. I stood at the back of the line and fished into my purse to find some money.

"Hello, welcome to the fundraiser, the entry fee is twenty dollars," the woman greeted happily at the front gate. I handed over a twenty dollar note but her lips drew into an apologetic line.

"It's card only, sorry." I quickly dug into my bag to find my credit card and scanned it on her machine.

"Thank you," she smiled and allowed me entrance into the fundraiser. The first thing I did was make me way towards the dark orphanage building, that is where Blake's tracker says his phone is. I moved between crowds of people, the place was packed with families and teenagers.

As I neared the building, I did a double take when I recognised the guy who was operating one of the stools, it was Cameron. The guy Blake did a drug deal with and the one who attacked me at the party. I quickly snapped my head down and turned my body away from him so he didn't see me. My heart started pounding in my chest as I remembered how he attacked me at Sarah's party. I was surprised he was alive and well after how badly Blake beat him up.

I didn't even think he would recover and then could return to drug dealing and attacking innocent girls, I should have reported him to the police. Was it a coincidence that the place where Blake's phone is located is where the guy who attacked me and who Blake beat up is? It was suspicious, that's for sure.

"Rose," someone called my name and I jumped out of my skin like an electrocuted cat. I jolted, turning around to see Lisa's dark hair walking towards me and I relaxed my tense muscles when I saw it was just her.

"Hi, Lisa," I greeted and she hugged me tightly when she reached me like I was at risk of falling apart. I knew that she knew about Blake, everyone did, his search was all over the news.

"I didn't think you would come, I wanted to see you but your mum said that you needed time alone," Lisa smiled but there was a sadness in her eyes when she looked at me. I tried to smile back at her but it was hard to display any other emotion other than deadness.

"How are you? Is there any news on Blake?" Lisa asked anxiously and her familiar dark eyes filled with concern made me break.

"Lisa, something is going on, something suspicious," I exclaimed, my tone a paranoid whisper.

"What?" She perplexed, her mouth falling open.

"I don't think Blake committed suicide, I think he was kidnapped," I spoke into her ear.

"Double what?" Lisa exasperated, the lines around her eyes pinched as she looked at me with concern. "Rose, you don't seem okay, you must be going through so much right now. Do you want me to take you home?" She worried, placing her hand onto my shoulder.

Of course, I sounded like a mad woman, people just don't get kidnapped in our small town. Why would anyone believe me when I don't even believe it myself? I must look like a wreck, I have been crying all day, no wonder she thought I was crazy.

"No," I insisted, clearing my face from all my wild emotions. "No, I'm fine, I just needed to get out the house," I tried to appease her. I didn't want her telling my mum I was here searching for a kidnapper; I would be sent home instantly.

"Lisa, I need your help," someone yelled from the stage area. Lisa glanced over towards who called her and her features filled with fatigue, this must be an ongoing issue. She looked back to me, torn.

"I have to go; do you want to help with the speakers as well?" She asked hopefully.

"No, thanks Lisa, I am just going to see the animals," I lied, forcing my best smile I could. Her features softened when she saw my smile.

"Okay, be safe. I'll come see you after I fix this," Lisa promised and hugged me before shooting off towards the stage. I hung around the area for a little while and checked out the animals. After a few minutes I stealthily began to inch my way towards the dark ominous building at the back of the fundraiser.

The building was clearly old, it was built in the 1800's along with our school which used to be a castle. I don't know what the orphanage used to be but I think it was connected to the castle functions. The exterior was made from old bricks and the few windows it had were covered with bars. Moss had covered the roof and ferns had grown up the bricks displaying its abandonment and lack of upkeep.

I inched towards the front door, it was wooden and had two large doors, the doors were encircled with a small veranda. I grabbed onto the front door handle to find that it was hanging off its hinge and the door easily opened from a small push. I opened it far enough so I could slide through into the house. It was dark inside but the lights from the fundraiser outside shone through the windows illuminating the obsidian darkness within so I was able to just see what was in front of me.

The orphanage was old, I knew that just from looking at the antiqued exterior but the inside looked even more aged due to disuse. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, they drew towards a grand elegant stairway that flowed from upstairs. The wood from the planks of the stairs were peeling and hanging at off angles from its age. I was standing in an expansive open ballroom but I couldn't see much more than that as the entire house was engulfed in darkness.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and turned on the light. The room illuminated with fluorescent light and I followed Blake's tracker moving towards the staircase. I walked around the back of the staircase to find that there was a door that was placed right on top of where Blake's tracker advised he was located. He must be through the door. I gingerly placed my hand onto the handle and twisted it open.

I released a deep breath when the handle twisted and I was able to slid through the door into the black abyss beyond. My eyes struggled with the new darkness but I lifted my phone light and another staircase manifested before me. This staircase was much smaller than the one in the main room and it descended down into the ground. It must lead to a basement, I realised with a creep down my spine.

I tucked my jumper closer around me, this place was giving me the creeps. It felt like I was in a haunted house about to be murdered but I had to find Blake. Even if this was a dead end and his phone was stolen or something I still needed to know. Recruiting all the courage I had and steeling my mind, I began to slowly descend the stairs. It felt like it wasn't going to take my weight and I crept on my tippy toes down each step carefully. The stairs ended and I was facing a dark room, with no lights illuminating my path.

My blood was pumping around my body at an accelerated rate from the adrenaline that was streaming through my veins. My muscles were tense and ready for an attack, I really should have brought some form of weapon for protection. I lifted my phone to see that Blake's phone is saying that his phone is in his room, in this very spot I am standing now. I lifted my phone light so I could see more of the room before me.

It was an empty dark expanse, there wasn't even any furniture, just wood floors of a basement. But at the very end of the room was a black shadowed silhouette. My heart jumped into my ears in anticipation, in hope. I started running towards the silhouette. As I neared the shadow it became clearer and clearer and materialising before me was the outline of a chair and someone sitting in it.

They were facing the wall opposite me so I could see that their hands were tied to the chair behind them. Their head was hanging forwards as if they were asleep or exhausted. My stomach was soaring in hope and I dropped my phone to the floor so the light was shining into the ceiling as I neared the tied-up person. When I reached the figure, I ran in front of them so I could see their face. And as I cornered around the figure and their face unveiled in front of me, I fell to my knees in relief. It was Blake, he was alive.

His beautiful blue eyes snapped open and looked back at mine, shining with life and admiration. He had a piece of fabric tied around the back of his head and shoved into his mouth so he was gagged and his black hair was dishevelled and hanging over his eyes. My eyes welled with tears as the pain that had taken over my heart for the last day faded into stark relief. The weight that was hanging down on my chest faded and it felt like I could breathe again.

"Blake," I cried, falling into him and wrapping my hands around his shoulders.

"Rose?" Blake mumbled; his voice muffled from the fabric in his mouth but his relief at seeing me was plain to see in his eyes.

"Oh my god, Blake," I gasped in disbelief that he was here in my arms and alive. "You are alive," I breathed, unbelieving and placed both my hands onto his cheeks and held my forehead to his. I could feel his breath on skin and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

I gasped for breath through my happy tears, I was a mess of emotions and pulled back to look at him to see him trying to pull his gag from his mouth with no success. I let go of his face gently and released the fabric from his mouth so he could speak, it fell down from his mouth to hang around his neck.

"You found me," Blake drawled relieved, his featured filling with love and pride. Elated tears started falling down my cheeks again just from hearing his voice, I never thought I was going to hear that sound again. "Did you get my message?" He asked nuzzling his head into my neck, I was sitting on his hips completely wrapping my body around his. I couldn't get any closer to him if I tried.

"Yes, I figured it out and I tracked your phone," I answered. "What happened to you?" I fretted, wracking my eyes over his body. I noticed with nauseating shock that Blake had a deep cut mark down both of his arms and the cut was raw with stale dried blood.

Swallowing down the lump in my throat I realised that someone had cut him so they could plant his blood on the rocks below the bridge. I also noticed that he was only wearing a black shirt, someone had taken his jumper off him and placed it at the bottom of the bridge. Someone had orchestrated his death.

"I came here investigating the person that threatened you and then I was hit over the head and woke up restrained. I was forced to write that suicide letter, or else they were going to hurt you. Someone was recording you while you were at school," he explained horrified and with a shudder of fear that I felt jolt through him. A resounding creep ran up my spine at that, someone was video recording me while I was at school and I didn't even know it. But who could be doing this?

"It's okay, all that matters is that you are okay," I consoled, but more to myself than him.

"We need to get out of here, before they come back," Blake stressed, his eyes flickering around the dark room. "Can you untie me?" He asked, as he withered against the restraints holding his hands down on the back of the chair.

"I'll try." I stepped off his lap and kneeled down behind him so I was level with his hands. They were restrained by some rope so I will be able to get through it but it was going to take some time as it was a professional knot. But at least it wasn't handcuffs.

"Give me a second," I explained as I got to work trying to untie his hands.

But before I could release him a light flashed on, illuminating the previously dark room. My vision was blinded for a moment before my eyes could adjust to the brightness. With dread I realised it was too late, Blake's kidnappers had caught us.

I had to release my hold on Blake's still tied up hands to spin around and face the room behind me. Descending upon me was two teenage boys. Their dark silhouettes were shadowed from the scarce light but I could tell they were both teenagers.

Before I had time to react to them another person had stalked up beside me without my realising and grabbed my hands, holding them behind my back, trying to tie them together like Blake's. There was no way they were restraining me.

I bend forward at my waist and then turned around so I was facing my attacker driving my elbow up into his face as I did so. My attacker yelled out in pain, I continued to twist around and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the floor, cupping his groin area groaning in agony. I realised as I saw my attacker howling in pain on the floor that his reaction was very childish and as I looked at him closer, I saw that this kid could barely be fifteen years old.

There wasn't any time to inspect his identify further as one of the other boys went to grab me around the waist in front of me. Using the palm of my hand I struck upwards into his nose which he yelled out as it began bleeding.

"Ow," the boy cried as blood streamed down his face and with a jolt, I recognised that voice. I stepped forward into the light and the boy's face who attacked me became clearer, my breath hitched when I realised that this was Billy. The boy at my school, my age and the boy who Blake protected from his bullies. And he just helped kidnap Blake. This was all too strange. I didn't understand why was these kids had kidnapped Blake and were attacking me now, it didn't make any sense.

"Look out," Blake yelled. He was still tied down to the chair, powerless to help me. But his warning did make me spin around just when the last attacker, a muscly teenage boy, grabbed me into a headlock.

I instantly turned my head so I was facing into my attacker's stomach and then with my outside hand I opened my palm into a rigid line and slapped it into his groin. He doubled over, loosening his grip on my neck and I now had enough mobility to twist my head out of his hold. As he bent over holding his groin, I kicked him from behind into his groin again.

"Fuck," he groaned in pain, falling to the floor. My attackers were all now lying on the floor cowering away from me and tending to their injuries. I was so lucky I knew self-defence; I need to thank my sister once again for making me go for those self-defence lessons.

I ran back over to Blake and started trying to untie his knots holding his hands together again.

"You are so hot," Blake grinned over his shoulder at me when he saw all those guys cowering away from me.

"Agreed, I would feel much cooler when we are out of here," I replied brushing off his compliment, but I couldn't stop the small smile forming on my lips.

The knot holding him in place was stuck and I yanked at it with all my might and eventually it started to begin to loosen. Just when I thought I had him free I felt someone come up from behind me. They grabbed my hands from behind me and captured them both in handcuffs. I yanked against them but the handcuffs were connected to a chain which was keeping me prisoner here. I was trapped and had no way to escape. I spun around to see who had so stealthily sneaked up behind me and when I saw the person behind me my jaw dropped.

I recognised her curly dark black hair instantly and her tall silhouette was undoubtably my best friend.

"Lisa, what the are you doing?" I gasped in outrage. Her brown eyes stared straight back into mine completely full with regret and pain from seeing the betrayal on my features.

"I'm sorry Rose, but I can't let you tell anyone what we are doing here," she explained, with a shame-filled lowered head.

"No." I refused to believe this. I refused to believe that my best friend had been lying to me and kidnapped my boyfriend. I just refused.