Gone

"And I can not escape the past" 12

I tried deciphering the time from the sky. I slept well over 12 hours, if I'm right. It was almost after 4. Liam and Louis were both awake, but they sat in silence. After two hours, or what seemed like it, the most entertaining thing that happened to me was a sharp pain in my stomach. I crouched up, holding my stomach, and lied back down. It hurt a lot. 

Soon I felt the car pull to a stop. Three men pounced on each of us, and held the familiar white cloth to our mouth. I saw Louis and Liam go out like blank light bulbs, and then my mind started getting heavy. My eye lids shut themselves.

"Linda, stop being so dramatic! There's lots of traffic up here! I left the kids alone at home too. Yeah, she's 16, but still!" Mom sighed, and tried to pull out. "Linda, I'll call you back." 

"Mom," I asked. She didn't look. "Mommmmmmm." She didn't hear me at all. She was deaf, maybe. Or maybe I was silent. "MOM!" She tilted her head looking for an oncoming car -none. 

She pulled out of her spot, sliding down the next spot to the exit, and watch a car slide next to her. The car tried to stop, but it didn't. "Mom! Watch out!" The car slammed into the back, and I watched my mom be flung from her seat to the car in front, her body as dead as a corpse. The other froze, unaware of what was happening. If he was drunk, he must have sobered up fast. Police declared there was ice. Remembering that, I stepped out of the car, and looked by the tires. I stopped, and realized, it was so warm I could wear a sleeveless shirt ... so how would there be ice? 

When the police chief showed up, he talked with the driver who killed my mom. Turns out they were high school mates. "Don't worry." He swatted a bug passing by. "The ice," he winked, "the ice was the reason. Don't worry." 

"Thanks," drunk burp, on cue, "chief!" He laughed and drove down the exit to his house, where a waiting mother of 2, was expecting him with an extra ham. 

My eyes were closed, but I was sure something was crawling down my back. I felt warm rays of sun hit my lids, so I refrained myself from opening them. I tried to swat it, but my hands were bound together with an itchy material -rope. 

Immediatley I opened my eyes. I looked around. We were in woods. It was morning. So many emotions ran through me. First I called the boys names until they woke up, sitting tied to a tree across from me. Louis untied his roped, slowly. Piece by piece he got it off, and soon, his hands were free. 

He untied his feet, and ran over to Liam - the closest. "Wait - shh," I wispered, listening intently. There was crunching. The men were coming back. I stared at the boys, my eyes as wide as deers in headlights. "They're coming. Hurry." The crunching got louder and louder, soon it was feet away, and Liam was just freed. I knew what I was about to do was crazy, but was it 2 lives or one? A band member and a useless girl, or just the girl. "Stop, Louis, run. I can get out myself."

"No, you'll never get out." Crunch, crunch, crunch, snap! "They'll kill you before you get out." 

"I don't care, run, get out."

"Andrea-" 

"No, both of you, run, save yourself. I'll be fine." 

"You sure?" I nodded. They both began running fast, away from the sound. Crunch, snap, snap. I hastily got the rope undone, and then my feet. Once I got the itchy material off - finally - I knew I couldn't outrun them, so I made a quick and ethic decision.