The Darkness is here

3

It was Monday again. I had spent the rest of my weekend inside. Mom had called and said she had business and was going to be out of town for a few weeks. So now it was just me. All alone for a while. I was walking to school now.
At school I went through the motions. I didn't have any friends so I just wandered around for any free time we had.

At at the end of the day I walked home. I went to the fridge to get some food, but it was empty. I had an emergency credit card, and I needed food. I decided to go to the closest store, because I didn't have a car. I walked along, got some food, and was headed for home with the heavy bags. I saw dogs, runners, people riding bikes, all of it.

Thats why why I was so surprised when a giant hand wrapped around my face, covering my mouth, and a gun was pressed against my head.
"Give me anything valuable you have! Money, jewelry, I don't care. I want all of it!!" He yelled in my ear.
I screamed through his hand and squirmed around, dropping the groceries. I didn't have anything of any use to him. So I just struggled and tried to get away.
"I guess I will have to get it myself" he said reaching into my pants pockets, not finding anything.

"I will just have to take you instead" he whispered in my ear. I screamed and struggled harder. When I realized it was hopeless against this huge man, I started to cry.
"Don't worry. I will take good care of you" he said kissing my cheek. This was worse than my worst nightmare. He lifted me off the ground and started carrying me. I was still struggling. Why had nobody come to help?

Just then I heard a clunk and the man dropped me. I crawled away and looked back. The big man that had tried to kidnap me was on somebody else. I couldn't see who, and the mans head was bleeding. Whoever was under him must have done it.

The big guy rolled over and the smaller one was on him. Now I could see that my attacker could only have been two or three years older than me. Now the big man was unconscious. The slightly smaller one rolled off of him and stood up. He turned around and I was hit with his icy blue eyes.
It was James.

"Are you okay?" He asked walking closer to me. I couldn't reply. All I was capable of doing at the moment was cry. I was on the sidewalk crying and sobbing. James crouched down and put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched again, but he kept his hand there.

"I'll drive you home. Come on. " he said gently lifting me from the ground. James put me on his bike and set the groceries in the boxes on the sides. He drove me home, this time much slower. When we got to the house he opened the door and lead me inside. He laid me on the couch and covered me up with a blanket. I was still crying when I went to sleep