The Classified Files

File #5

Name: Lena Wilson

Age: 18

Height: 5’6

Relations/Siblings: Only child         

Description: Brown hair, hazel eyes

            I was circling around our school, looking for my jacket which I had left outside during lunch. The school was completely deserted, and the wind rattling the leaves on the ground didn’t help calm my nerves. Why couldn’t today have been a sunny day? I thought miserably as I looked up at the darkening sky. “It sure looks like it’s about to drizzle at any moment,” I mutter to myself.

            Out of the corner of my eye, I see a white van driving up the street towards my school. Intrigued, I instinctively hide behind the building while peeking around the corner. The van screeches to a halt at the stop sign, with the driver seemingly looking for someone. My blood ran cold as he slowly drove the car up onto our school’s parking lot.

            I think quickly. Where could I go where he wouldn’t see me? I look across into the thick foliage that was just fifty yards away from me. Before I made a dash, however, I reconsidered, realizing that if I went now, the chances were pretty high that I would get caught. Once he gets to the front door, I reasoned. I peeked around the corner again. The man had gotten out of the car, and was almost at the front office.

            My body tensed, preparing to run, when I stole a quick glance around the corner again, just to make sure he wasn’t looking in my direction. Instead, I was horrified to find that he had turned in my direction and was now starting to make his way towards me.

            It’s now or never, Lena. Make your choice. I sprinted for the woods, not caring anymore if he saw me or not. At least this way, I had a head start on him and would maybe be able to get out of this disaster. I didn’t dare look back, fearing that he was quickly gaining on me. His footsteps sounded farther away, when I suddenly tripped over a tree root. The footsteps got louder. I quickly rolled into a nearby bush, praying he wouldn’t see me.

            He stopped. My breathing suddenly seemed too loud, and I resisted the urge to clamp my hand over my mouth. That would only make more noise, allowing him to locate me. He used his foot to kick apart some bushes around me. Please don’t look in mine. Please. Please. Please, I prayed. He kicked into my bush, hitting my leg in the process. I muffled a scream of shock and fear and hoped he wouldn’t look again. I closed my eyes tightly, and the branches above me rustled. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and stared right into the eyes of the man.

            Shocked, I couldn’t even move, when he suddenly grabbed me and hauled me up. I didn’t even struggle, knowing my efforts would be futile. There was nothing I could do. Taking a chloroform rag from his pocket, he forced me to breathe it in. The last thing I remember before blacking out was him scooping me up into his arms and heading back to the school, where his car was waiting.