As I soaked in the water, I put my head underneath. Part of me hoping to stop breathing under there.

I got out and went to my room. I wanted so badly for Vance to call me, or this to be a dream.

Through the night I tossed and turned, thinking about him. I didn't mean what I said earlier. I didn't want anything to happen to him. My breath started to quicken as I panicked. I decided to go for a walk to take my mind off it all

I stepped out into the cold midnight air. It brushed against my cheeks causing them to turn bright red as I walked through the neighbourhood in nothing but my nightdress, a knee length coat and slippers.

This was a safe neighbourhood so I had no worries of being kidnapped although I probably should have

A black van drove through the street. I kept walking as I paid no mind to it. In my own head, I was drawn out by a pair of hands wrapping around my waist. "Sleep" was whispered into my ear, it was like a spell was casted. I felt my body go weak and numb.

This person lifted me into the back of the van and drove me to what I assume was his house

I woke up in a basement. Alone and scared. I began screaming in the hopes that someone would hear me. It was useless

Grabber- now I know why I usually stick with boys, you girls are so loud

Y/n- let me go

Grabber- ok if you say so

Y/n- what?

Grabber- go

I ran past him upstairs. I ran to the nearest door. Locked. I frantically ran around the house trying to find a way out. He cornered me, belt in hand

Grabber - they always fall for it

He laughed. He beat me until I couldn't take it anymore. He brought me back down the the basement where I tried to regain my energy

If I had just given into vances wants, I wouldn't be here right now. If I wasn't such a push over, I might be safe at home but instead I'm here, awaiting my death.

I knew this man would probably want things that Vance wanted from me, even worse than what Vance wanted. All kidnappers do. They do it for pleasure. Not to bury some burden. They do it because it's what gets them up in the morning.

Vance had heard that y/n was missing. He let on that he didn't care. He called her a bitch to people in school and said she deserved it. He saw this as a way of karma for fighting with him. He believed she was in the wrong.

Weeks went by with no sign of her. People just gave up hope. She was a lost cause.

Months later an urgent report was put out on national tv

"The body of 17 year old y/n l/n was found in a ditch near the local grab n go in Denver"

Every person was watching the news. Some felt relief that the search was over and others felt guilt that they couldn't prevent this

Vance felt none of these. He felt no emotion. The shock hadn't set in. He didn't want to admit it but he simply couldn't function without her. She would help him through everything and now she wasn't here

After weeks the guilt finally set in. The funeral was coming up and he thought it would be best to not go but her parents insisted

Priest- does anyone have any words they'd like to say

Her father nudged Vance, knowing he would regret not saying anything. He stood up, walking to the alter

Vance- eh I don't have a speech prepared so I'm just going to wing it. Y/n was my girlfriend, that's what she saw herself as but to me... to me she was more. She was like my best friend, she was my caretaker, she was everything I ever needed. The night she went missing, we had a fight. It was my fault but I blamed her. Towards the end out our relationship things weren't perfect. I would blame her for anything and everything. She didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve her. I was a screw up and she was an angel. I should've went back that night, it might've changed everything. God if I did she'd be here right now! She'd be here!

Tears streamed down his cheeks. He regretted it all. Everything. She really didn't deserve any of this. It was too late now to ask for forgiveness. She couldn't hear him. She couldn't help him. That toxic relationship would be the death of them both