The uncertain hostage

Witness

I never knew walking out of the house with a massive suitcase, backpack and handbag could be so easy. Well that just shows what kind of mother i have.

She hadn't a clue of what was going on because she was too busy getting f*cked out of her head. Suprisingly, even though my mother takes drugs i can proudly say that i have never attempted to consume that rubbish. I bloody haven't even tried a cigarette. That should tell you something.

As i walk by some roads and shops i soon come to an area that my eyes are not familiar to.

I halt to a stop and think,

"where the fuck are you going Irena?"

To be entirely honest, i didn't have a clue of where i was intending to go. All i knew was that i was running away from home. Suddenly, this all felt like a game to me. I felt like i was in freaking 'Call Of Duty' and i was the person who would try and shoot those ugly zombie sh*theads but then when i couldn't take it anymore and got scared, i would give up and just run away from them (the zombies being my mother ofcourse.)

A group of voices made me snap out of my thoughts and i was drawn to a scene behind many large trees.

Where the fuck was i?!?

A forest?!?!?

I looked around and was reassured that i wasn't in some deserted place when i saw a busy street behind me. But why did it seem that this place was rather quiet, even though there was a street right behind me?

Once again my mind was replaced with the scene before me.

A group of masked men.

Well i say men but they didn't seem a day over 20 (that was just my judgment and usually im pretty good with judging how old people are.)

What were they doing? It's funny because as soon as i thought that, they made it very clear about what they were doing.

Laying on the barky ground was a bloody youngster clenching at his

stomach, as he coughed up blood.

What the fuck?!?

Nausea started to take over my entire body and my knees became weak but luckily, i was able to stay upright. I quickly put my hand over my mouth so no noise would escape and im sure that if i did make a noise, i would be in the same position as that boy on the floor. I knew this because those masked boys/men did not seem like very nice people.

They seemed extremely aggressive, threathening and very, very dangerous.

The next thing i saw made me do the most stupidest thing i've ever done!

The 'ring leader' (if that was what he was) pierced a very sharp object through the injured boy's thigh as he sent out echoes of helpless cries.

That was when my mouth reacted quicker than my mind and i let out a shaky gasp.

All of the masked men turned to look directly in my direction.

I froze in absolute terror as i saw each and every one of their bloodshot eyes hungrily stare at me.

Thankfully, my mind was coming back to its senses once i saw a blur of figures gradually getting nearer and nearer.

RUN YOU A**HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And that's how i began sprinting down this forest-like area trying to escape a 'gang' of dangerous, deathly boys.

This is one of those times when you're in a dream and you're trying your best to run away from something but you feel like even though you're pushing yourself to the max, you're feet aren't actually going anywhere. I kept internally grunting so my feet would move faster (i have no clue how i thought 'grunting' would help).