You Never Know....

It is funny how you can be one place one moment, and a completely different place the next. You never expect that in one moment your life is going to change. Things change so quickly. How can a person adapt? Life as you know it can just completely change, or even end. In an instant, you could be led to new people that could change your life. How do you decide which is which? How do you know who you can trust and who you can’t?

            I was walking home. There was nothing in particular on my mind. Everything was just as quiet as usual on a Wednesday evening near midnight. It was around that time and I was walking home from a football game. My house was just a couple blocks away. I was rushing because my phone had just died. Great, I thought as I walked; now when I get home I will have all kinds of text messages from my mom and as soon as I open the door I am sure to get a lecture on the values of responsibility. I sighed at the thought, thinking that was the last thing I needed. I would have been lucky to receive that lecture.

            A car passed me by, I am not sure what color or what make or model. I just remember as it passed by I heard the sounds of a baby crying in the back seat. The window must have been open because it sounded like a baby police siren going down the road. My stomach growled. I was hungry, so I pulled a bag of chips out of my large purse my mom got me for Christmas. It is weird the details you remember right before something life changing happens. I walked in silence with no sounds to keep me company except crickets and the crunching of my lays Salt & Vinegar Chips.

            Again, I heard a car coming, but it wasn’t coming as fast. I turned around and saw a church van approaching. It slowed down and stopped when it reached me. The window rolled down and a friendly enough looking white male smiled at me.

“Hey, little girl, why are you out here all by yourself? How old are you?”

“I am seventeen actually. I am not that little of a girl.”

“Oh, wow, you look like you’re twelve. What is your name?”

“My name is Kiara. I get that all the time.”

“I am sure you do. Well, I just got finished dropping off some church kids, do you need a lift home? You shouldn’t be walking all by yourself.” He offered, and unlocked the passenger door. I glanced towards the back window and realized it had black tape on it.

“You have black stuff on the window right there.”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh,” the kids did that. They think it makes them cool or something.”

“Oh, well listen,” I said, beginning to feel uneasy,” thank you for the offer and everything, but I would rather walk. I enjoy the alone time.”

“Now, I am insisting you get in this van young lady,” he said in a slightly harsher tone that sent a shiver up my spine,” you need to be safe. It isn’t safe walking around here by yourself.”

“It also isn’t safe getting into a strangers car.”

            His face fell, and for a moment he didn’t look so friendly anymore, but then he smiled once again.

“I understand,” he said, calmly,” your mother taught you well. Have a nice night.” He said, and drove away. What a creep, I thought to myself. An eerie feeling fell over me and I began to walk even faster. I kept turning around to see if someone was behind me, but nobody was there. Why am I being such a freak? That guy must have gotten to me, I thought. All that ‘it isn’t safe’ talk. I have walked this way a thousand times. I am perfectly safe. My house is only a couple blocks away. What could happen in a couple blocks?

            After a few moments I saw the van parked on the curb ahead of me. It was off and silent. As I approached it I realized that the back windows had tape on it too, but when I got closer I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was talking. It sounded like a young person. I leaned in closer to see if I could hear what it was saying. Slowly, I approached it and pressed my ear against it.

“Fun,” I heard muffled inside.

“Hello?” I whispered.  

“Run!” I heard, loud and clear.         

            I turned around and that white man was standing in front of me with black gloves on his hands. I immediately tried to run, but he grabbed my hair and yanked on it. I screamed out and his hands slammed over my mouth and I tried to scream and fight. I started putting my weight down, but seeing as to how I only weigh 91 pounds, I am sure that didn’t make too much of a difference. I started kicking and trying to fight.

“Stop wiggling!” he growled at me, and punched me in my side.

            Tears flooded my eyes and I whimpered. What is happening to me? Am I being kidnapped? This can’t be real. I looked up at him one time and he pulled this cloth thing out of his pocket. When I realized he was going to try and put it over my nose I screamed out again and punched him in the side. He let go of me for a split second, and I screamed and started running, but before I could get away he grabbed me away and clasped the cloth over my face, cutting off my supply for oxygen. I started taking in deep breaths trying to breathe, but then I started getting tired. I tried to fight the darkness that was overcoming me, but before I knew it, the world went black.

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So this is the beginning of my second story and it is EXTREMELY important to me, so please tell me what you think and be honest!