Behind her lie.

Taken

I woke up in a dark bedroom, or maybe a bathroom, or maybe a deep hole in the ground. No idea. Anyways, spoiler alert, I was not enjoying this. Especially the part where I felt dizzy, my head hurt, my legs and arms were bound together and I wanted to throw up. I looked around me again and still saw absolutely nothing. I tried to separate my hands but the thin but strong rope dug into my skin. 

My eyes widened as I heard a crash nearby, it was startling after complete silence. Soon enough light seeped into my vision and I had to squeeze my eyes shut. I peered up from where I was sitting to see a tall person standing in front of me dressed in all black. Overrated. If your going to break the law at least wear something cool. Before I could say anything I was grabbed by the shoulder and dragged out of...the closet. I was in a closet. 

The whole lovely walk he said nothing, but I on the other hand was doing a lot of talking-which got me a few punches in the face which hurt. I rubbed the red rings on my wrist from the ropes as I was pulled along through the forest. 

So let's go over the facts, shall we? 

I was locked in a closet tied up, then dragged out-hands still tied, I am now being dragged away from the cabin-looking thing in the middle of the woods and I am pretty sure this is a kidnapping. 

I start to think about my parents and how worried they must be, and Mathew, is he okay? that gas stuff filled the whole classroom maybe the whole school. Was I the only one who was taken? God, I hope so. I cant imagine Mathew being here too, some of my other classmates too.

"Go," The guy ordered. This was the first time he spoke and his voice was deep and scratchy. I looked ahead where his head was facing (I couldn't see exactly where he was looking though because of his black mask-so cliche). In front of me was a newly waxed black van. At least he didn't have a white one.

"I'm gonna pass," I replied unfazed.

"Now!" He shouted.

"God, pushy," I mumbled as he shoved me in. 

The door slid closed and I was in the van with little light. As the guy drove somewhere with me in the back a thought suddenly occurred to me: how long was I out? Outside it looked like afternoon and when I was at school it was around noon. So maybe I had only been out for an hour or two. Or maybe a day or two. 

Then I thought about another thing: What did this guy even want? Maybe he was bored and was just like "I'm gonna go do a school shooting and kidnap a kid after filling the school with gas"? Oh, those poor kids he killed, they didn't deserve that. No one does. 

Then the van stopped.

A minute or two later the man slid open the van door and held up a gun. Before I could blink he pulled the trigger leaving a bloody wound in my arm. 

The world went dark.

I couldn't see.

Was I dying?

Maybe.

My knee just malfunctioned. lots-o-pain. 

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-Stella