TERROR [Unfinished]

Chapter 2

         I realize that I had drifted off to sleep when I woke up from a horrid nightmare. I am under the covers completely, and when I pull them down a terrible sight came upon me. My friend laying on the ground... dead. My jaw drops and tears come down my eyes. She was my best friend, the only person I could ever talk to... gone. She lays in a pool of blood, letting me know that she has been murdered. I've got to get out of here! I say to myself

         I get up from my bed trying to stay as far away from my friend as possible. I can't bare looking at my best friend... dead. I bump into something walking backwards, I know it is absolutely not my wall. I turn around to see what it was... a person. "You!" I shout, realizing it was the man who had been chasing me with the gun earlier.

         He smirks at me, darkly. He holds a bag out in front of me and I automatically know what he's going to do. I try to run away, but he shoves the bag over my head  and ties my hands together. I try to scream loudly hoping my mom would hear me and come to the rescue... but the bag was muffling my scream making me hard to hear.

         More tears run down my face, pouring down. I'm in panic mode and I am squirming trying to get out of the man's grasp, but his grasp is to strong. I try screaming for help even though no one could hear me. "Shut up!" the man says quietly, but firm. "No! I will not stop trying!!" I say shouting really loud hoping by some chance anyone could hear me.

         My hope runs out when I am thrown into, I think, a car. My shoulder is hurting from the impact of the fall. I sit up and just sit there. There is absolutely nothing I could do to get away now. I just want to go home! I am so worried about what they'll do to me, I didn't notice that my hands could slip out of the rope until a few minutes later. I actually might have a chance of escaping!

         When my hands slide out I take the bag off, no one is sitting in the back of the car with me. "Seriously? Who kidnaps a child, throws them into the back of their car and doesn't keep people in there with them? Idiots..." I whisper to myself.

         The door to the van is locked up,  from the inside... with the key right next to it. "These people are unexperienced... this'll be an easy escape." I say surprised. I unlock the lock with the key and the door slides open automatically. There are so much things in my mind right now... it's unreal. I know that I have to jump out, but whenever I try to my feet don't move an inch. I can't seem to jump out.

         "Oh come on!" I shout sounding upset. I cover my mouth with my hands and hope they didn't hear me. Unfortunately, they heard me loud and clear. "Oh, so the one time I shout someone can hear me! Just great..." "Hey! Get back in there!" He shouts back at me while sending the other guy next to him after me. "And why would I do that?!" I shout back, sounding like a smart allec.

         The one time I try to jump out seeing the guy coming after me, he grabs my arm in mid-air pulling me back into the van. "No!!" I sob reaching towards the door. There's no way I'm leaving now. He sits me down, and ties my hands again... this time tight enough so I couldn't slip them out again. Also, he puts a piece of tape on my face.

         I sit there in the corner of the huge van, while the guy watches me, making sure I don't try to escape. I just want to be killed on the spot... so I don't have to be tortured by them when we arrive. 

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         When we arrive, the van stops quickly. Then, the guy in here with me grabs me and takes me out of the van holding my tied up hands. They're going at a suspicious pace. Are they some kind of secret society? When we stop walking we sit in an elevator descending fast. When we are done going down, we arrive in a huge underground facility. The place was huge, and there was so much to take in at once.

         We go to a room that looks like a cell and he opens it with a key, unties the rope tying my hands together, rips the tape off my mouth, throws me in, and locks it. "Get some rest, tomorrow will be a very long day." He says to me. I feel like I'm in prison. In the room, there is a bed attached to the wall, a toilet very well exposed, and a sink. I walk up to the iron bars and take a look at the place. "Woah..." I say astonishingly, "This place is huge!"

         The lights in the room suddenly turn off and it is pitch black. I turn the light in my room on flipping a switch that lights the room to a fitting light level. I look out again and only see one other room that has there lights on, awake like I am. She waves to me, and I wave back politely. "They must catch lots of kids like me!" I say. I go back on my bed not able to sleep, and think about what I will say to the girl across the room when they release us tomorrow, like it says on the schedule hung up in my room.