I want to kill you
I stood on my porch hanging out with my friends as several black SUVS pulled up in front of my house. I shivered as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Several or more men in black suits wearing tinted sunshades exited the vehicles and approached my house. Before I could comprehend what I was doing, I took off down the street leaving behind my stunned friends.
Taking a risk, I looked behind me to find all seven of the men in black following me. My heart pounded as I ran down the street and straight into Central Park. I took another quick peek behind me and found that the men in suits were gaining speed.
I ran through the flood of people, hoping, praying that I would lose the men. As the air became more humid and the sun beating down on me, I slowed my pace. I looked around and found the men in black gone and replaced with the green scenery that is central park.
As I started to relax, a hand was placed over my mouth and my vision became blurred. I tried to run but something hit the back of my head as my knees gave out. Pain coursed through my body, as I was welcomed into darkness.
I woke up in a pitch black room as my head pounded. I raised my hand to my head and felt a weight so heavy that my hand instantly fell back down. As my mind raced, the memories of the last few hours came rushing back to me in a hazy blur that I almost missed it all. The black SUVS, being chased and getting drugged and hit over the head.
My head hammered against my skull as I struggled to see in the dark corridor. I gripped the hard metal against my wrists and started pulling and yanking hoping for some kind of escape and to my dismay nothing happened. I let out a frustrated sigh as hit my head against the wall, sending joints of pain through my brain. "Bloody hell! What a great way to start my summer." I said to myself.
I traced the metal around my wrist and followed the chain to the wall, well there's no way in hell im getting out of here anytime soon. My mind was everywhere, as I took in my surroundings best I could.
The room I was in was small and held no windows. The floor and ceiling were made of pure concrete as I looked around. In front of me stood a large iron door, where the faintest of light shone through the crooks. I slowly rose to my feet as the echo of the chains sounded in the room. My heart dropped as I looked down and found shackles twice as thick as my handcuffs around my ankles.
I plopped down back on the floor and pouted. Any hope of escaping this hellhole was long gone. Why me? Why did I have to get kidnapped? Why did they come at me specifically? My raced. How long had I been kidnapped? My hand immediately went to my wrist but it was no use. My watched was gone. I struggled to hold back the tears that had gathered in my eyes. Memories of my parents leaving for their trip to Italy for the summer came rushing back to me. I promised my parents I'd call every week. Has a week pasted? Did they know I was gone?
My constant worrying didn't help at all as I came up with the upmost preposterous things ever. If anything I had made myself even more worried than I was five minutes ago. Im pretty sure in a few hours I'd have lost all my sanity or whatever is left of my sanity anyway. Just as I was about to do something stupid a loud noise came from behind the iron door. In a matter of seconds the door had swung open, shedding light so bright I could've sworn I had been blinded.
After a few moments had gone by and a hundred blinks later my eyes were finally adjusted and I could clearly see who had opened the door and blinded me. There stood two men, tall and clearly well built. The two men approached me and I scrambled back until my head hit the pavement behind me causing my head to explode for the second time today. As I turned my attention back to the men, they were kneeling in front of me. 'God you look awful " said the guy to the right. The guy to the left nudged him in the side as he turned towards me and spoke.
