Kidnapped (previously called green eyes)

too close...

I dropped my bag on the floor as I entered my room and flopped onto my bed. As I stared at the ceiling I ran through the events of today starting with the ending of recess.

As I exited the cafeteria to find my English class I lost my way when I dropped my bag and I had to crawl around to find the contents. Somehow I ended up behind one of the older buildings now used as a storage place. It was the previously used toilets. I was about to turn away from the spider infested place when a muffled voice stopped me. At first I thought I misheard and was beginning to hallucinate, when I heard it again much sharper. It sounded like the person was angry. Creeping closer to take a look when it suddenly sounded much louder

‘Cut the crap, I’ve told you, he’ll kill you if you do that And what’s this shit about her getting too close’ his voice suddenly went quiet, and he whispered ‘if she’s investigating her parents deaths she would obviously realise she could be in danger and trust me, this little mouse wouldn’t dare to try anything like that’

I took a sharp breath clamping a hand on my mouth to stop any sound from escaping. How did he know about my investigation, no he couldn’t he’s probably talking about someone else.  His voice sounded vaguely familiar. As I was rapidly running through my brain to find the owner of that voice a rustling of branches nearby had me automatically diving through the corrugated iron door of the old toilets and hiding behind what felt like half an old termite eaten chair.

‘Have you brought it? The familiar voice asked, somewhat subdued and submissive.

I didn’t hear a response from the other and assumed he must have nodded in affirmative because the clanking of a tin tank followed along with the contents being emptied. Before I realised what on earth was happening a lung full of smoke forced itself through my mouth and nose. I couldn’t even see the front door. Making my way further in I tried not to cough too loud and harshly wiped the tears the smoke brought. By that time the wooden roof had already partly caught fire and I was beginning to panic. There was no back door. I leaned on the back wall certain I was to die a horrible painful death. And I wouldn’t even be able to know my murderer; I won’t be able to haunt him for the rest of his life.

Sliding to the floor, I opened my eyes and saw something. I crawled over to the corner and unearthed the dull shiny thing.

It was a gun, with a silencer.

I looked up and realised the dark splatter on the wall wasn’t graffiti… but blood.

My hands worked automatically and I reached into my bag for my camera, I took a few shots of the scene, gun and blood. I fell back on my butt when one of the planks fell from the roof.

I took out my box of essentials and quickly placed the gun into the bag with a hanky and took a sample of the blood. I’ll have to speak to D’art. I hid the evidence in a large pocket within my bag and with a new determination searched for a way out.

Stepping onto one of the filthy toilets then onto the filter, with some effort I was able to push open the dirt encrusted window just enough to fit through. I saw the tin of petrol and realised they must have left.

Lifting my leg up as far as I could and placed it on top of the cubicle wall and levered myself onto the sill.

Beneath me the dead leaves and bark and all manner of compost had caught fire and was burning furiously. The heat wave almost knocked me off balance and dizzy, almost fell into the blaze. For once my clumsiness saved my life. My shirt snagged on a rusted nail caught me and instead I rebounded and hit the back of my head on the roof of the window. Without hesitation I Quickly chucked my bag as far away as I could.

I reached up and held onto the gutter, I only had limited time as the fire was travelling towards me on the roof as well. I lifted myself and turned around. So I was barely standing on the window sill and holding myself in place by the gutter.