Gone

"Enjoy Your Own Life Without Comparing It With That Of Anothers" 31

I would have known the street name but this was Los Angeles, and I was from lower in the south of California. Jon opened the door for me, and I went along with them inside the McDonalds. "I ordered here," I mumbed as if my foot prints from that day were burned into the ground. "There was only one other man here eating, and around 2 very annoyed workers. One taking orders, and one packing up. I went to get a coke so I went over here." I said reopening my eye lids, and walking to the fountain. People gave me the evil eye, groaning as if I were ruining their time. Maybe it was because I was a teenager and pregnant. Maybe it was because brown eyes weren't as good on me as I thought. Maybe it was because I had brought along two federal agents. "I looked down there," I pointed down the hall. "And heard his talking about kidnapping someone... and he caught me. He pulled me into that closet." I walked down the hall to where the janitors closet would be, except it was repainted, and sealed closed. I knocked on the wood, and heard a long echo. "The two workers were gone outside I suppose, and he carried me to a black van parked right out here. I curled up into the back, and basically screamed and cried." Closing my eyes, I tried to think of which way we had went. We sped out of the parking lot and turned, "Right! We drove right. For about 10 minutes we drove straight." We jumped into the car, as William drove away.

"Are you sure?" William asked as the road turned into a open field. There were light path marks, when soon the open field with light path marks turned into woods with an obvious path marks. Soon we approached the house.

"Here," I breathed, sucking fear and oxygen inside my lungs.They parked the car on the path, and before walking to the house, they called for immediate back up, as many as possible without sirens. We waited until at least one police car arrived. With guns drawn, we all walked into the house, myself behind them. They broke down the door, and told me to wait outside while we searched the house. 

"It's all clear," Jon called coming out without his gun. "But, we think we found your friend." I nodded, biting my tongue, knowing he meant he found a dead body." I walked through the living room. There was a dirty yellow couch - the one the man had been sleeping on when we were taken into the locked room. I nodde to Jon, tears beginning in my eyes.

"Downstairs," I said barely audible. They followed me, as I walked down the stairs. I was dragged up here by my hair once. I got to the bottom. In 6 spaces there were handcuffs, rope, or metal rings. And above between two of the handcuffs was rope hanging from the ceiling. I walked by every rope, handcuffs, and metal whispering whoever's name it had been.

We walked back upstairs when I noticed how many people were now here, taking pictures, when I noticed around 10 men crowding a closet, a stretcher next to them, wearing blue body suits, and blue hair nets, with gloves and protective feet. Through the open door I saw dozens of reporters, telling an interesting report. 'Just today police men have found the infamous house of where the One Direction kidnapping had taken place!' I could already imagine the news reports on it. I walked up behind the men in the blue suits and watched them lift up a limp black bag, and lay it on the stretcher. "Do I have to identify the body?" Jon slowly nodded. I approached the black bag as they unzipped it down to the beginning of her chest, end of her neck. I looked at her hair, and her face. It was her. Her face was surely cold, and rotting from the inside out. She had bruises on her face, and a black, blue, and red wrapping marks around her neck. She was choked. They zipped it back up as everyone looked at me for approval. Someone closed her eyes, but it was as if they burned through the bag and her eyelids and into mine. My eyes began to either water or cry, one or the other. I had my fingers to my lips, and closed my eyes, needing to escape Kennedy's cold, helpess, lifeless eyes. I nodded, and the men carried her away. I turned around, surely crying now, and had both hands over my face. I turned and hid into someone's body. They wrapped their hands around me, but I was still in tears.