The Secret Diary of Emily Carlton

Endless Farewell

When I open my eyes, I expect to see Lisa next to me, telling me that it’s going to be alright; But I don’t see her. All I see is blackness. My hands are numb and so are my arms, but I can still move my legs. But, being me, it doesn’t take me long to realize that there’s a bag over my head. Being so stupid, I mentally kick myself and focus on getting the bag off my head to see where I am. 

I shake my head for at least three solid minutes and realize it’s going no where. And in the mean time, I’ve hit my head six times and come to the conclusion that we’re in the back of a car, probably the trunk. I try to bring my arms up to my head some feeling coming back, but as soon as I do, I start to feel the restraints, bounded on my hands. Sighing, I lay my head back down angrily. I shake my head to myself and I say to absolutely no one, “I wish this bag would get off my head.” 

And in an instant, the bag comes off. It’s lying next to my head. I look at it and it looks like a burlap sack, wondering how it magically came off my head, I decide to figure that out later. I groan and flip over, right into Lisa, who is unconscious, also with a burlap sack on her head. I decide to see if she’ll wake up with my help.

“Li,” I say in a whisper, kicking her foot. Nothing. I glare at the sack and kick her shin talking to her again, “Lisa.” This time, I hear a faint moan from her. “Li?”

She manages to mumble out some words but I can only understand one, “Pipe?”

“Li, I’m here. We’re in the back of a trunk!” I say in a hushed tone, hopeful that the driver or whoever’s in the car won’t hear us. 

“I—I know,” she says in a whisper. She sounds wiped out. “We’re stopping…”

I look at her head that’s moving underneath its burlap sack. “What? We’re still moving, what are you talking about?”

She says something that sounds like, I don’t know. But I can’t be sure of it. I try to talk to her again, but something pulled her back under and now she’s unconscious again. I wiggle back into my sack, scared what would happen if the people who took us found me with it off.

Right after the sack finds a comfortable place on my head, which is not a minute later, we come to an immediate stop. My head rams against something metal and I let out a small whimper. Through the sack, I can see light come through, revealing that we had reached our destination. I feel something poke my thigh and I don’t move. If whoever they are think I’m unconscious, then I want to keep it that way. Soon big arms surround me picking me up. I gulp and pretend to be knocked out. 

Whoever’s carrying me takes me to another room, through many doors with many padlocks and keypads. They place me down on a bed and I slump over. I’m poked again and the bag is ripped off my head. I open my eyes to find myself staring down the barrel of a gun. I jump back hitting my head against the wall. The man, who was carrying me, laughs and looks over to his right. I follow his gaze to see Lisa lying on a cot, still knocked out. 

“She still out Joe?” The guy in front of me asks Joe, who is apparently Li’s guard, kicking her little bed. 

I decide to build up a little courage and stand up for Lisa. “Hey! Don’t kick her bed!” 

Joe turns to look at me and laughs. “Dave, look at the red-head. She thinks she’s so tough.” 

Dave, my guard, rolls his eyes and tells me in a mean way to zip my lips. I obey scared of what would happen if it didn’t. 

A few moments later Lisa is up and is cursing fluently in Spanish. Joe is desperately trying to get her to shut up by slapping her. I just sit there staring at Dave. He catches my glances and asks, “How do you shut your friend up?”