Game Over
Running through the parking lot, he chased me, and he wouldn't stop. He grabbed my hair, pushed me down. He put duct tape over my mouth and rope around my wrists. He hit me in the head with his metal water bottle and I blacked out.
I woke up in the trunk of his car, I couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. I looked around and I saw a light. I suspected it was his tail lights. The trunk had lots of room, I moved at an angle and kicked the light out. I then stuck my foot out of it. In hopes that someone will see and call the cops. I couldn't see, so I was hoping with all my life that someone will follow us, that someone will help. Because if not, I could be dead before morning.
Some time later, the car stopped. I immediately took my foot out of the hole, in hopes that he wouldn't notice I kicked out his tail light. I switched back to the position I woke up in, then he opened the trunk. He dragged me out and we started walking up to this huge house. This house was three stories and had huge bay windows in the front. It was like a mansion compared to my house. The man had a ski mask on and I couldn't see what he looked like. Before I could move, he reached up and hit me once again with the metal water bottle. I fell limp, and blacked out.
When I awoke I was in a large room, it was dark and dusty. I had been lying on the floor, so I stood up and walked around the perimeter of the room, looking for a light switch. I didn't find one. There was a window but, it was boarded up. I went over to it and tried to kick the boards loose but, couldn't. When I looked through the cracks in the boards I saw the car I showed up in, and realized I was on the top floor. It would be no use even if I did get the boards loose. It was like looking for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, hopeless and unlikely. I sat down on the cold, dusty, wooden floor and leaned up against the wall. I had no idea what to do.
About an hour later, the man who took me opened the door, he had no ski mask on this time. I looked up at him and recognized him immediately.
"Chris?"
I hadn't seen him in awhile, I met him online. He lived in the same city as me and we used to hang out all the time. I never should've told him the neighborhood I lived in. I was walking in the parking lot of Krogers, outside my neighborhood when he took me. I told him that when I thought we were best friends but, I won't get into details of why that ended.
"It's me, Kali. "
"What are you doing! Let me go!"
"I can't do that. "
"Why not?" I said with attitude in my voice.
"If I do, they will not be happy" He replied dismally
"Who won't be happy?"
Then he left, he turned around and exited the room. I was dumbfounded by the whole experience. I didn't know who would be unhappy and why.
I spent most of the time in that room staring out the window, not knowing how I was going to get out of this situation. I thought up all these things then I realized, I wasn't the one in control. I was lost in thought when I heard the doorknob jiggle, I quickly made eye contact with the door, waiting to see who was coming through it. Chris walked in and sat down, I looked at him suspiciously. He just stared at me, I looked at him with a blank face. Then he leaned in and whispered
"I didn't want this" then left.
I looked at the door after he left I realized that sketched into the door were the words "Tag, you're it" I stared at the words for what seemed like forever, until finally I got fed up. I stomped over to the door and just started pounding on it. I heard footsteps, then they stopped. I assumed they were going to open the door, but the footsteps led past the room I was in, until they faded away in the other end of the hallway.
