Me and my friend are in the closet. We are pressed up so close together but I can feel her heart beating. We are not alone. There is a man outside of the closet. I don't know the man. She doesn't know the man. The man has a gun. He cannot see me, but I can see his eye pressed up against the crack in the closet door. I can smell his breath. It smells dead, and it's not warm. His breath is icy cold. Bianca squeezes my wrist, and I can feel her trembling. The man's eye leaves the crack. I suddenly remember that the opening that leads to the attic is right above us. I am taller than Bianca, so I am able to get into the attic without help. I reach down and pull Bianca up after me. Just as I put the cover back on the opening, The man flung open the closet door, and shot wildly around the small room. "Wilson!" Bianca whispered harshly. She pointed to a small window at the other side of the attic. We quietly but quickly padded over to the window. I could hear the man below us, digging mercilessly through old clothes, stuffed animals, and my grandmothers china. Bianca popped the screen out of the window, and a blast of icy air swirled into the attic. Bianca lightly stepped on the Treebranch outside the window, and nearly slipped. The branch was covered with ice. She tried again, and she held onto the snowy branch above the one she was trying to walk on. The ice cracked under her feet as she cautiously inched her way out. I followed, and found that Bianca made it look easy. I slipped many times, but never fell off. Finally, we were out of the tree. "Hello children." A voice as cold as the air around me whispers. It was the man. He was even more grotesque in the light. He had one tooth in the front of his mouth and it was yellow. His gums were black and has dark hair was slicked back. He wore a Big black overcoat, and a ketchup and mustard stained pair of board shorts. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and the pungent odor of his cologne mixed with sweat made both mine and Bianca's eyes water. Bianca stifled a scream as the man whipped out his knife and put it to her throat. He brings us to a black car, that looks like one funeral home fuse. He points at the vehicle and looks at me. "You're going to get in the car. You aren't going to scream, or try to run, because if you do, the girl dies. "I slowly move towards the car, But he stops me, only to tie my hands together, then, heaves me into the trunk, pushing Bianca in after me. The trunk lid closes. I try to remember what to do I've seen a lot of crime movies. Then I remember. I start to kick, hoping to put out one of his rear lights. My parents were supposed to be home in an hour, and when they found out Bianca and myself are missing, both of our parents would do everything to find us. But in one hour, me and Bianca would be long gone. We were chucked violently around the putrid, dark trunk. It was hard to breathe, because the air smelled so bad. It smelled like skunk grinder up with rotten eggs and poured over roadkill. I was starting to feel sick, and felt like I was going to puke all over, but for Bianca's sake I heals it in. The car came to an abrupt stop. The man opened the trunk, and I rolled out. I was on my hands and knees, and couldn't hold it in anymore. I spewed vomit all over the mans shiny beige sandals. I looked up, and the man scowled down at me, then slapped we hard across the face.
