I wake up to a blade to my neck. My eyes bulging out of my head as the cold metal makes an imprint on my neck.
"Get up and come with me, if you make a sound I will kill you.'' A low and familiar voice says shoving me to my living room. As we pass my brothers room my eyes water, but passing my parents room was the worst. What is happening, why me? I ask myself this question over and over now not realizing that I was in the kitchen. There was shattered glass all over the floor. A tear rolled down my cheek but I couldn't scream, because where would I be then.
"Out." He said lifting me up onto a barstool and pointed to the window. There where still jagged pieces lodged in to the frame and I had no shoes.
"I can't." I whisper pointing to the window. He hupghed and bent down and picked up my pink tennies. I slid the on my feet and slowly climbed on the window. As I was about to jump but I took a piece of glass with me and made a medium size slit on the palm of my hand.
"Let's go." Said the stranger. As we started walking I clasped my hand making a trail of blood for whoever had the guts to find me
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Teen FictionWhen 16 year old Ellis Murphy is taken from her bedroom at night by a familiar stranger, will she have the guts to stay or will she risk it all to make a run for it. There are many twists and turns leaving Ellis dumbfounded, especially since she kno...
