short stories

trapped - a trilogy

short story #5

my bare feet pound on the ground and the glass cuts my sole. i press on, not caring about the pain that is spreading through my body as the shard of glass works its way into my bloodstream.

what is a little piece of glass to getting kidnapped?

i cry out as i stumble over a rock. i ignore the blood and glance fleetingly behind me. a large man is running towards me, his gaze menacing.

i haul myself to my exhausted legs and will myself to keep running. it is very late at night, no one is out to help me. i look to my right and see a warehouse full of boxes, gasping for breath, i dive into it and try and find a hiding spot.

shivering and breathing heavily, i crouch behind a tower of boxes in a corner of the warehouse. whimpering to myself, i pray and pray that the man doesn't find me.

i hear his footsteps, coming closer, closer.

help me please. someone, anyone!

i whisper as loud as i dare, hoping that there is a night shift worker somewhere in the warehouse. 

i feel around me and my hands close on a metal bar.

yes.

i have a weapon now.

my eyes narrow and i watch through the cracks in the boxes, his rage as he flips boxes over to try and find me.

he gets closer to my hiding spot and i am scared.

terrified for my life.

no please no

i look around desperately and see a pile of boxes stacked against the wall, that i could climb to escape through a small window that the man would never be able to fit through!

i hold the metal bar and feel my heart palpitating wildly in my chest.

should i stay and fight with the metal bar?

or should i risk being found out by attempting to escape?

i make a split-second decision and put down the bar.

i inch quietly towards the tower of boxes, treading lightly on the concrete floor.

a bead of sweat runs down my face and i try really hard not to make a sound as i climb onto the first box.

thank god, they are filled with something hard enough to support my weight. i bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out as i hit my bruised knee against a wall.

the glass shard stabs into my sole with every step i take, it is like a knife cutting my very heart, my strength is wearing down.

and i will have to stop soon.

suddenly, i kick a loose box on my way up to the top and it falls, hitting other boxes on the way down.

time seems to come to a standstill as the box falls in slow motion, making the loudest noise possible that a box could've made.

nonononono

he looks up.

i climb for my life, ignoring everything and focusing on my task - climb this pile of boxes.

i feel his ragged breathing as he closes in behind me.

his hands wrap around my ankles and pull me down, kicking and screaming.

[to be continued in kidnapped]