My eyes dribbled with small tears. I made no sound. I just let it flow, like a river down a stream, calm and peaceful. But, I wasn't calm and peaceful. I felt embarrassed, gruesome and ugly. I wanted to just sit in a hot spot in the jungle and feel refreshed. Not tethered like this. Why am I treated like this?
I stopped by the corner and waited for someone to come and pick me up. As I said, our community is trustable.
Alas, someone stopped by the corner. He had a gray, small car. Inside, was a man with a small beard. I think I knew him.
I hopped into the car, without hesitation and the same procedure went by: Asking for address, driving. But, this time, I wasn't being taken the right way home.
No, not even close to that.
"Where are we going?", I stumbled, a little shaken up by the occasion.
"We're taking a detour", the man replied.
I didn't trust it.
"I don't remember this way being a detour. In fact, I've been on detours before, and this isn't like any of the ones I've ever been on."
"Well, this is a new one. I found it myself", he stated in a muffled voice, deeper.
I took a deep sigh and just hoped for the better. Was this the day I loose the privilege to ever see my family? The people I love? Where was I going? Was I going home?
Why was I so worried over this? I shook my head fiercely. After I did so, the man turned around with a glare in his eye. I knew this wasn't safe. I'm petrified. I wanna go home. Why do I trust everyone I see?
My heart rate rose intensely. My ears ringed. Fireworks in my vision. I was having a panic attack.
I squinted my eyes and screamed loudly, trying to open the car door frantically. The man, with incredible and fierce strength, grabbed ahold of my arm and pushed me down. I hit my head on the back of the back seat, and I blacked out.
YOU ARE READING
I Chose This
Teen FictionSometimes the right path, is actually the wrong. What you're taught, is incorrect. Which side is right, and which is wrong. But... I chose this....
