A gentle breeze drifts through the window in the living room that makes my long brown curls fly in my face. I walk to the deeply colored purple chair in the corner of the room and sit and read as I do every day after school. I reach under the coffee table and pull out a binder full of works by edgar allen poe and flip to my favorite story, the Tell Tale Heart. I couldn't help but read it over and over. I have always found that one one of Poe's best.
I hear a creak behind me and I feel the hair on my neck stand up and my heart stops. If there is someone here they are most likely behind me. What are some things I could use to defend myself I think so myself. I look around. All there is is a lamp, a box of tissues, my binder in my hand and a glass of hot tea by me. It would be my best option to take the tea. I carefully close the binder and hold it closely to my chest. I reach over and grab the tea when a hand wraps around my wrist. I quickly splash the tea behind me and I hear a cry of pain behind me as I dash to the kitchen. I reach to grab a knife,but a hand covers my mouth and I feel a cold pressure on my temple.
"If you even make a sound I will pull the trigger," a deep voice says. I stiffen holding the binder even tighter.
"Come with me," the man says pressing the gun even harder to my head "you will make no moves and if you do I swear to god I will shoot you. Now let's go."
I follow the man to his van and he shoves me in the back and another man is in the back. He grabs me and takes my binder from me and sets it to the side, then tapes my hands and feet together. My heart is racing a million miles a second and my palms are sweaty.
"What do you want from me," I ask with my voice quivers.
He does nothing bit stare ahead as the van lurches forward away from my home.
