Hello, I'm lily. Today was my 13th birthday, finally a teenager right?!? Literally everyone who knew me has at some point asked today either though text, call or in person 'how does it feel to be a teenager.' I say it feels good, but the truth of the matter is that there's no difference! That has been stuck in my mind ever since this morning when my mother asked me the 'question.' That all gets off my mind once something happened...
This year I only wanted to really to do was have family over, so that's exactly what we did. Afterwards, once everyone left, I was helping my parents put away some things from the party, when it started to get real stuffy in our house.
"Mom, Dad, I'm going to go on a walk to get some fresh air!" I told them
"Ok hun, be safe," she then added, "call us if you need anything!"
"I will," I replied while grabbing my sweatshirt off the hook. I opened the door and put my headphones in. I started out walking.
I kept walking until I ended up in this street, I wasn't sure where I was, but it started to get late. I didn't want my mom and dad to worry. As I was making my way back I noticed a sketchy van following me. I took out my phone to keep a close eye out. It pulled over, and then my phone died...
I started to walk faster but suddenly I felt hands lift me up by my waist with a very tight grip. I started kicking but it was no use, when a figure came a took my phone away, with another placing a cloth over my head. I started to lose breath... that's when I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and everything went black.
