Not the real me (On Hold)

Chapter 7 "The Flashback"

NINE YEARS AGO

It's a beautiful Sunday morning and Lizzie and I are in the park. we're swinging and fighting over who can go up higher. after that we head to the slides and play some more. Mom comes and cleans my hands and feet and buys me and Lizzie an ice cream. the sun was really bright and shiny so our ice cream melted a bit. we ate it all and cleaned up. i got ready to leave the park when i forgot my shovel back at the sand box. 

i go back to get it but its not there anymore. i keep on searching for it them bump into an old man who looked scary.

he smiled at me and showed me my shovel.

"Hey, Give that back!" i confidently said.

he just shook his head and said

"only if you'll come with me. i got some really nice bucket to go with this shovel." my eyes showed amusement and i quickly nodded and followed him. i looked back to see if my mom was still waiting, but she was gone. 

i tugged at the old mans coat "Hey, mister! my mom left me. i dont need that shovel anymore." i said and started skipping back but was quickly carried harshly by the man and he ran as he heard my mom shouting for me. 

i screamed. i repeatedly tried hitting his back with all my might but i guess it didnt hurt him as much as it hurt me. we finally reached a van, tinted so black that you really couldnt see the inside. he shoved me inside it and locked the doors, came to the drivers seat and begun to drive. 

I shouted more and cried at the top of my lungs, thats when he swung the car to the side and stopped it, he went to my side and tied my hands with a handkerchief and taped my mouth. i wiggled and wiggled but it was hopeless. i just sobbed and sat back closing my eyes.

a few minutes later the car stopped and i was being pulled out of the van. the guy carried me again. i was afraid. scared. fearful. or any other words that only means one thing. 

we soon entered a very old looking factory building and he left me there, still tied and taped. i was shaking terribly now. it was so dark that i couldnt even see anything though my eyes had adjusted to the sudden darkness. the room was quiet too. only my own sobs were heard. 

i heard the door open and I narrowed my eyes to the bright light coming from the door. then i saw the shadow of the man, getting closer and closer. i tried my best to crawl further back but didnt get away from him. he then removed the tape on my face and smiled like a maniac, bringing a finger to his mouth signing for me to stay quiet, he then held his phone to his ear and started to speak.

"yes, i am with your daughter. you may have her back if and only if you give me half a million dollars. if not.. well im not so sorry but your daughter will meet her end." he then laughed like crazy then ended the phone call. he smiled creepily once again then left me. 

 upon hearing that, though i am only 6 i thought of a plan to escape. i tried wiggling out of the rope first, trying to see if how tight i was tied. okay.. its not that tight. i then attempted to stand up but failed  due to my feet being tied up too. i tried one more time and wobbled a little but balanced and stood. i hopped to anywhere i could to try to search for something sharp in the room. 

after several hops i stepped on a broken mirror and i sat down once again then reached for the glass. i winced when i felt the sharp edges break through my skin but didnt care much and continued on my plan. i then tried cutting the rope with the glass. it took a lot before a little piece started to fall apart. it hurt me so much and i felt the blood dripping but nothing scared me more than being dead. 

finally the rope tied around my hands were cut through and i started to cut the ones on my feet. just then the door creaked open. i quickly fixed the rope and put it back on  hands as if it was still tied on to me.