I'd climbed out my hide-out long ago and I climbed onto my bed, shaking with fear. Would they come back, here? For me? Nah, they had already been here, they couldn't find me.
In the kitchen, my mom was making peanut butter jelly sandwiches. Was!! I went into the kitchen and saw my mother bleeding to death. I've had enough. I had reached for the house phone and went back to my room, hid in my hide-out in case they came back.
I dialed 911. Adam was my bestest friend. He turned me down. It was payback. Rot in hell asshole! I thought as an evil grin spread across my cheeks. "Hello, 911 what's your emergency?"
"Somebody is trying to kidnap me, they had already killed my best friend Sam"
"Uh.. Okay. Where are you? "
"In my bedroom, hiding. I know where they are. One is at the airport looking for me, he thinks I'm there. The description of this man is he is tall, dark colored, he is wearing a leather jacket with a red shirt and jeans. He is wearing a NY hat"
"We're on it. Thank you. Mam."
