At eight fifteen I woke up…..

Ate breakfast at nine….

Left for the mall at ten……

Got kidnapped at ten thirty

“Shut up, Connor!” Connor laughed. “It’s not funny!” I insisted, then broke down and cracked up as well.

In the blink of an eye, that changed and Connor’s look of amusement became a face that showed absolute terror.

The cacophony of sounds, including people talking, kids crying, and phones ringing was suddenly cut to a stand still. I looked around and saw everyone staring at my direction. I flipped around to see what everyone was staring at and came face to face with the barrels of a gun.

Before I could even attempt any noise that might resemble a scream, a gloved hand clamped over my mouth. My body went rigid. I felt like I was miles below the water’s surface and I couldn’t breathe. I could feel the blood running through my veins and hear each beat of my heart, as if it was a slow funeral gong.

On impulse, I bit the hand. In response it did not let go, but instead I felt the gun jam into my head behind my right ear. I winced in pain, and then felt all the energy drain from my body as if someone had pulled to stop on a bathtub.

I suddenly realized that I would die.

I went limp and felt myself seemingly melt into a puddle on the floor. Instead, I was dragged, backwards, the gun still pushing into my skull.

Two hands with a solid hold pressed into my arms and yanked me backwards with a quickening pace. I began to lose feeling in my left arm, but hardly noticed.

I couldn’t see the people holding me, I could only feel their presence. I knew that there were at least two people. I could tell that the glove over my mouth was black, so I guessed that the rest of my attacker was dressed in that satanic color as well.

Those two hands pulled me backwards all the ay out of the mall and into the parking lot. Once in the parking lot, I barely had time to notice the thick black clouds that foreshadowed rain before I was shoved into the trunk of a car.

It was dark, eerily dark and completely frightening. I felt around to make sure I was the only one there. I was the only thing in the trunk. I was completely alone. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t know who was taking me.

I had long ago passed fear; I was at a state of terror and severe emotional trauma.

I tried to think of what my mom would tell me to do, but the sheer thought of my mom brought me tumbling back to the very probable possibility that I would never see her again.

Tears poured down my face like icy rivers of fear and hate for the people doing this to me. I rocked and swayed like a child throwing a temper tantrum and cried until the tears and my eyes subsided.

I took in a deep breathe that pierced my lungs. I breathed out slowly and tried to force myself to calm down. It took a painstakingly long time to calm down enough to think right.

I had to get out of here. I felt around the trunk once more, and realized that I was in a fairly old car. I could feel the bangs and dings on the inside of the trunk. I realized that I might have a shot at getting out of this if I just knew how to pick the lock on the trunk door.

I shifted myself so that my back may on the bottom of the trunk and used my knees to push up against the trunk top. My efforts were to no avail; pressure would open it.

In exasperation, I left my limbs drop back down. My knee hit something and it immediately stung. I brushed my hands along the part of the trunk that my knee hit and found that the car was so ancient that it had the clasp on the inside was rusty and maybe even breakable.

I pulled my hair clip out of my hair and used it to work that lock. I pushed it this way and that for what could have been hours. I was nearly to the point where I would give up when I heard I click and a pop as the trunk swung open.

I sat up. Rain poured from the sky, drenching me in seconds. I sat, idly gazing at the sheet of rain, when I heard a yell from insider the car.

It brought me back to my senses and I glanced behind me into the car; no one inside was looking back at me. I breathed a slow sigh of relief, and then looked down at the road.

Asphalt zoomed out from below the car at an astonishing speed. I took a deep breathe, then with a gasp jumped into the road.

Time slowed to an grueling slow rate and every second seemed to last decades. I hit the road and instantly my shoulder throbbed, but I took no notice.

A car behind me skidded on the road, its tires making a terrible screech. More cars piled behind that one, but I counted my blessings; so far none of the cars had collided.

I heard someone pull open their car door and run up behind me, then I heard more people. I heard desperate shouts for 911 and someone opened an umbrella above me.

I couldn’t move, or maybe I was just too afraid or shocked to. Either way, I lied in the middle of some street in the middle of the rain, freezing and wet but alive.

Then I noticed: the rain had stopped.

Highly improbable? Yes. Highly entertaining? You tell me.