The feeling of my head throbbing woke me up. Trying to rub my head I feel that my hands are tied up I tried to look around but everything was dark. The smell of the room was as if I was in a high school gym locker room. The first thing that popped in my head was 'where's Johnny?' I screamed his name over and over again waiting for him so scream back or even whimper. Time goes by... Nothing I yell once more "Johnny! Can you hear me?"
Then I hear footsteps. Getting closer and closer every second, hoping it was Johnny or a hero coming to my rescue. Then I hear breathing. It sounded as if the mysterious person just ran a mile. I turned my head to the breathing and said "who are you? Who's there?" No answer. I said it again louder "WHO THE ARE YOU!" "Shhhhhh you'll wake Johnny."- the voice said. The strange voice sent chills down my spine. The breath of the man smelt like Jack Daniels Whiskey, I could tell because my mother drinks Jack..... Well use to.
"I'm not going to ask again! Who the hell are you?" I said. "You look just like your mother when she was younger well... You know, while she was alive." The voice said. I screamed at the top of my lungs. He pulled my hair all the way to what feels like he's about to rip out my hair. He pulled off my blind fold and he screamed back into my face. "No one can hear you down here!" "Why are you doing this" my voice sounded as if I was choking. "Because you and your family have been very very naughty." The man said. "However me and you will have some fun...mmmm but that'll have to wait I think I'll take care of Johnny first, so you don't have any distractions while we play."
I started to whimper as the man was laughing while walking away. I said 'Johnny' so many times.
I tried to think, how could I let this happen? I could of prevented this from happening? I try to loosen up the ropes, but it feels as if it was knotted a thousand times. I struggled trying to get free, I could feel both of my wrists bleeding from the rope burns. I tried to scream for help, then I came to my breaking point and gave up. I waited to die. I wanted to die, right then and there. I didn't want to suffer anymore. I wanted to leave this place and be with my mother and Johnny.
I kept thinking about Johnny and wondering if he was okay. I thought about him a lot since I yelled at him to "RUN!" He should of kept running and not looked back nor came back to help me. It's my fault Johnny is here.
If I could of just been stronger and more prepared I could of saved us both. I hated myself for letting this happen to him. Because of me Johnny might die, how could I live with myself if I just let him die. He wouldn't have his first love, his first kiss, his first car, his own happy loving beautiful family. I took that from him. I wanted to see my brother I wanted to hug and hold him. I thought to myself don't give up not now, not ever! Give Johnny that future he deserves and needs. I want to watch him grow old with his wife. Johnny could still be here he can still be saved.
So I thought of a plan. A stupid risk taking plan. It should work, it has to work.
