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The Kidnapping
“Please, I just want to go home” I muttered, “Please, I beg you, I will do anything”. I tried to slowly open my eyes for the first time, but the staggering head ache I suffered refrained me to do so. It had been about 3 days since I last saw the light, only once had I managed to remove the blind fold and capture a glimpse of what was happening, although seconds later I received a hard, angry blow to the head. My legs were numb, my hands tied, and I can only imagine my face like a combination of blood and sweat.
It was like any other school day, me and Amy where on our usual route to school, enjoying our morning cigarrete. She was talking about running off together. Leaving this small, pesky town and head for the big city. I nodded my head in agreement, but I knew she was talking nonsense, how will two 13 year old girls manage to live on their own in a big city? But I preferred to just agree with her. She always talks about leaving, about making something for herself, sometimes even considers breaking the law, to get some startup money, but it always stayed like that, meaningless words. We arrived at school, hugged goodbye and parted.
Another day went past, and with each passing moment my hope for survival, even my desire to live, diminished. Every second I suffered, the cuts on my head, my scraped knees, the red mark on my wrists, all seemed relentless. I suffered way beyond physical pain. Thinking that any day could be my last, that I do not know If I´m going to make it past the next hour. I suffer thinking of my family, what they must be going through. I heard a door. Someone was there with me. The steps came closer and closer until they reached a complete stop, inches away from me. “Who is there?” I shouted. “Why are you doing this to me?” No one answered, but I heard the heavy breathing of someone beside me. Watching me.
When the bell rang I headed home. Alone, as usual. Amy´s high school boyfriend Brian always picked her up after school. I was half way home when I heard rumbling on the road. It was unmistakably the sound of Brian´s barely working 1992 Ford Tempo. They offered me a ride home but I refused, I enjoy walking home. Not 20 minutes had gone by when I felt like someone was following me; I started walking faster just in case. I saw my street and I felt safe, just when I turned around the corner I felt a strong hit on my neck and felt immediately to the floor.
Another person entered the room, and slammed the door. I could feel their anguish when he stepped in the room. I heard distant shouting; “They don´t have the money, let´s go, untie her!” a deep male voice sounded. “No…It´s…we can´t…I won´t” a different voice muttered. That is all that I could make up, and then I heard fast footsteps towards me, like running. “I´m sorry, we can´t let you leave” he told me. A heard a loud bang, right next to me. A gun had gone off. It took me a couple of seconds, but I realized I had been shot, in the stomach. Unbearable pain ran through my body, they moment I feared every day since I arrived had come. The little hope I had to save myself had completely banished. Everything became bright suddenly and before everything went blank, I heard a loud rumbling car take off.
