Knock Knock
I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Jason 'I can't come this weekend. Next time? :)'
'I'm so very sorry' was his rapid reply.
The guard came and walked us down the now well known corridor to her room. I had already put my hand on the door to go inside when the guard roughly pushed us into the room next door. I stopped, horrified. Much like the other rooms, although much bigger, it was blank and unkempt but what was in the middle shooked me. One wall was taken up by a rusty, fold up garage door. It looked like torture room. Three chairs were set up with ropes all around them. As we walked further in I could see the blood stains on the wall. On the far side of the room I saw something that chilled my to the bone. I wanted to curl up and go home. It made me wish that I rang the police when we first managed to escape. It made me wish that I had told my parents where I was. It made me wish I was at Jasons house. It made me wish I'd told everyone I loved them. Regrets filled my brain. So much I'd forgotten to do and so much I wanted to do. A red hand print splattered on one wall. The blood from it ran all the way down the wall. I wanted to go home. That's when it hit me. I could die here. I didn't even know what I was doing here. Three more guards entered the room. Their faces full of scars, angry expressions carved their feelings. All of them have a black feather tattoo. This is a gang and that's the sign I know it is. What am I doing here?
I looked round at my best friends. We all had tears in our eyes. I've spent the best part of my life with them. The most important thing in life is not what you do, where you go or even what you have, its the people in your life that really matter.
Seizing my arm, the guard dragged me to the chair. Tying us all to the chairs the gyuards stayed, their expressions not changing. How many times had they done this to people as to not be affected by it.
"GET OFF!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I continued screaming and screaming but no one stopped.
"SHUT UP!" she walked in and everything fell silent. Her phone rang a harsh sound and she answered it.
"I was wondering when you would call. Got my letter did you?"
"Yes I have them. All three of them."
"Oh you can have them but you know what I want and if I don't get it they won't be here tomorrow"
"Two hours!"
"Oh you're far away. Well you better get here quicker then" she taunted ending the call.
Turning to us "You did this to yourselves. Well you did anyway!" she said throwing a notebook at my face. My fault? What did I do? I'm not in a gang!
"We've wanted you for years but you" She paused "You were too easy"
She stalked over to the door flinging it open she dragged a boy into the room. He stared at the floor. Not looking up his long brown hair covering his face.
"See you at the weekend" She spoke grinning smugly.
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Things Change
Mystery / ThrillerAfter a boy and his family disappears without a trace in secondary school his group of friends moved on to college without him until one day he shows up as he promised he would all those years ago. Putting his friends in danger with no clue as to wh...
