I wanted to rip my ears out. "It's too loud!" I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. "Can someone turn down this crap so I don't become deaf?!" The robot sounding racket was pumping through the speakers like the heartbeat of someone who just completed the Ironman Triathlon. God, this party is killing my ears. I'll be deaf by the time it hits 9pm. I thought, cracking open a new can of Coca Cola. "Hey cutie," a clearly intoxicated a-hole said, winking at me while approaching as his long legs stumbled around, searching for stability and balance. "Pretty blue eyes you got there, princess" He was about to put his hand under my chin, but I slapped away his hand and told him to - well plainly I told him to f-off.
Everyone around me is drinking alcohol, and intoxicated as hell. Being 22, I could be one of these drunkards, but I don't drink. I'd feel guilty, and worry about what my parents would think of me if I got drunk and did something stupid. I don't even know why I'm at this party. But hey, it's summer break, I'm going to college next year, and am finally laying out my life; I should be able to relax and go to a party. Since I haven't seen my parents since I was seventeen, I've been on my own for the past five years. It's been hard but I'll do fine. I'm five years in, why give up now?
All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted by a shaken up dirty looking blue eyed man, dressed in a white gown that you'd find in a hospital, only it had blood all over it and was rugged and ripped on the shoulder, where he was pouring out blood. Hmm, I thought. Maybe he has escaped from the mental asylum just a few blocks down from this house. Everyone stopped dead, as he was screaming and yelling and pointing at people yelling "Where is she?" "Tell me where she is", cussing loudly in between. Oh he is most definitely from the mental asylum. I thought, while nodding with assurance.
The messy unstable man stomped up to the nuisance that had approached me approximately ten minutes earlier, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him off the ground. Damn, scrawny little mental man isn't so scrawny. "Where is she!? What did you do with her?!" he spat in the boys face. "I'll do the same to you, you little sh**"
"STOP!" I screamed. The man whipped his head around, looking straight at me, his eyes wide and lip curling with fury. He dropped the boy and came stomping towards me, pointing. "You. You took her." Oh god, what have I done. God damn it. What do I do? What do I do? All I could think to do was run. I threw my can of coke behind me and sprinted as fast as I could. I had no idea where I was going, but next thing you know I'm in the forest - lost and alone.
Maybe I can just keep running until he gives up? I kept running until the boom of blood pumping in my ears became unbearable. I should be fine here, shouldn't I? I thought to myself, crouching behind a group of trees in the dark eerie forest. I was simply petrified, shaking, scared, I couldn't control myself. Everything around me was so quiet. But all at once, it became silent. The birds stopped chirping, trees stopped rustling, I couldn't even hear myself breathing. The last thing I saw and heard before I sprinted for my life was a snap of a twig, the birds flying out of the trees surrounding me, and that crazy man running towards me, full speed. "Oh hell" I whispered, booking it to the ski lift about a five or ten minute walk away from where I was.
I quickly whipped out my phone to check the time; I figured I was pretty far ahead of the man. '8;28', I've got two minutes to get on one of those chairs, and get the hell away from this man. The last few seats were coming up, so I jumped onto one with ease, glad to be sitting and somewhat resting. I sank into the car, shaking and holding back the waterfall of tears that I could feel welling up inside of me; I was so scared. What would mom and dad do? Panic mode had clearly turned on. What would they do if they knew that I had gathered my life and tried to fix it, all for it to end because of some crazy escaped psycho man?
I peered from behind the seat, to see the man climbing the seats and coming towards me. He seemed like he was trying to be careful, but clearly, he was having a difficult time controlling himself on those seats. I turned back in my seat, and sunk down. Just as I felt him coming up toward me, I took a deep breath. "You killed her didn't you?" I could hear him sobbing gently. His voice suddenly got louder, "You killed her didn't you?!" he screamed and spat in my ear.
He continued sobbing and got angry again, he pulled out a short, sharp knife. "I will kill you. I will kill you like I killed her." Just as he was about to stab me directly in the arm, I slapped the knife out of his hand, and hugged him. I hugged that man as tight as my body would allow without strangling him to death and crushing his bones. "Daddy, daddy it's me. It's Lea. I'm here now. Everything is alright." we were crying so hard that we were trembling.
5 years and three days before that night, I had been kidnapped by a strange woman. She wanted a ransom of $900,000, but my family was broke, by broke, I mean really damn broke. So she threatened to kill me if they didn't get the money to her in two weeks. My parents couldn't afford it, the woman took me and herself to their house to kill me in front of them. But, my beautiful, brave, caring mother said she would take her life instead of me having to die. So she killed my mom, slit her throat right in front of me and my father. We had to watch her suffer. I never saw my father or mother again after that day.
But now, it feels so good to be with my daddy. He must have literally gone psychopathic being alone; with mom dead, and me having melted through his fingers, it makes sense why he would have gone crazy. But it's all better now, being with him and holding him, feels like home. I knew it was him just before he pulled the knife on me, I noticed that twinkle in his blue eyes - which were identical to mine. I guess in the end, you can never lose family; family will always come back to you.
