Miranda's POV
I’ve been in this warehouse for a few weeks now. I’m not sure how long exactly. Time just seems to drag. I try and keep busy, but there is so much a girl can do trapped in a room for so long. I miss having my freedom. I miss doing and wearing what I want. I miss my family.
I was laying on my bed, just staring at the ceiling. The thought of my family makes me feel both comforted and distraught. My eyes start to water. I don’t want to cry. I know that they would want me to stay strong. I knew that they were looking for me and they wouldn’t give up. I have to stay alive long enough to see them again. I just wish I could tell them that I was still alive.
The alarm clock on my night stand started going off. I sighed. It was about 5:30 pm. I needed to start dinner now if I wante
