Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

             "BANG BANG!" Went the gun shoot as everyone scattered off to different places on the street. I could feel my feet moving under neath me as I ran, but it felt like I was running in slow motion. I felt like I was drenched as I realized that it was all the sweat and tears running downs my face and hitting the ground. Everything was happening so fast as I looked around seeing people fall to the ground next to me and screaming louder than a ambulance. It was like a zombie attack was happening, everyone had the same expression on their face.....fear for their life! Then the world started to spin, the trees went to a dark shade of gray, and my leg was in meaningful pain as I dropped to the ground crying for help. 
             My eyes started to wake up from hibernation and I expected to here a beeping sound as if I were in the hospital. But nothing like that was heard, in fact I heard nothing! DEAD silence! My vision started to kick in, and I didn't recognize the color of the walls. They were a dark blue, but then agian I could still be out of it and seeing wrong. I peered over at my leg trying to sit up. It was all rapped up in cloth and I noticed there was blood stains everywhere. I  swinged myself over the tiny bed and got a way better look of the room. It was a little empty room. There was one dresser in the corner and a small can. It was very dull and frightening. I tried to stand up but my leg wouldn't let me. It was in massive pain shooting throw my leg and up to my head. I started to get a little suspicious, becuase I don't remember this room at all. "Mabye I'm at my grandma's, or my aunts and this is their spare bedroom." I said quietly to myself. My mom would never let me go through rooms in other people's houses, becuase she thought it was disrespectful. Very quickly, I crawled to the door of the room, which was about 10 feet away. I reached up for the door knob and it was blistering cold!! I blew on my hand to make it warm. I grasped the door agian and yanked it as hard as my little fingers would let me, but it didn't budge a bit! My next option was to call for someone, but I was too afraid. I decided to make my way to the dresser on the other side of the room. I winced in agony as my leg throbbed beside me. My head was shaking like a thunder storm as I dragged myself on the cold hard ground. I reached up to the dresser hoping to find somthing sharp like scissors or a pen. All I could find was girl and boy clothes, a hairbrush, and granola bars. Then my heart jumped as high as kangaroo as I saw that the dresser was broken on one side! I tore off a piece of the dresser off but I hands were bleeding trying to. Right that second I heard someone walking,  like they were walking up stairs. I freaked out and scrambled back to the bed as quickly as I could, but it might not be fast enough. I had the torn piece in my hand still trying to crawl back were they put me. Right then, I fell in the bed and sneaked the torn peice under my back.
              I heard keys jingle and the door swinged open as it revealed the person who has taken care of me. I peered hard at them, trying to make the face of my grandma or aunt. But as hard as I tried to match their face with the person at the door, the harder it was to believe who it was. I burst into tears silently, trying to not show them that I was week. My brain throbbed and I felt all of my years of happiness was gone in a second, and I knew that there were only years of fear now. That was the moment I finally admitted to myself that I was being kidnapped! I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I had to face reality, even if it was frightening. It felt like years that I sat their thinking about this to myself but then their was a interruption. " You can eat and get dressed and clean yourself up. All of that is in the dresser." The strange man said boldly to me. He had blond hair and huge muscles. He looked like he could have been around 25 or 30. When I was little, I did not grow up with the best parents and life. My real dad used to beat my mom and us too.