“Help!” I screamed.
I ran as fast as I could. The sharp rocks cut into my bare feet with every step, shooting sharp, piercing pain up my legs. My head was throbbing, everything was a shade of red. I felt his hand brush against my back, he was close behind. Too close behind.
Two days earlier
I grabbed my homework and backpack as quickly as I could, I can’t be late for school, not today. I’ve been studying for SATs all week, today is the day.
“Kassidy!” My mother hollered from the bottom of the stairs.
“Coming!” I yelled back as I shoved a textbook in my bag.
I ran down the stairs and tied my long golden brown hair into a ponytail with a bright yellow scrunchie.
“Sweetie, you need to eat something,” my mom said worriedly.
I grabbed an apple and a cheese stick out of the fridge to make her happy, but we both knew it would end up in the school dumpster.
“I have to go mom, I love you lots,” I said with a smile.
She blew me a kiss, and out the door I went. The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I walked to my car. I hopped in and turned the key as quickly as my hands could move. My tires rolled over the rocky driveway, and onto the road. A grey car I didn’t recognize followed closely behind me, I thought nothing of it, but little did I know, it was the start of a nightmare.
The car followed me all the way to school, but when I parked, it just looped around and left.
“Weird,” I muttered to myself.
“Ugh, I forgot my lunch in the car,” I grunted.
“Well, go get it quick,” my friend Joanna told me with an eye roll.
I threw on my jacket and stepped outside, the large metal door slammed shut behind me. But that’s not the only thing that was behind me. I had parked behind the school, less busy back there. I didn’t need someone bumping into my car or rear ending me. As soon as I reached my vehicle, I saw someone standing behind me in the reflection of the window. I whipped around, and there he stood. And that’s all he did. He just stood there with an awful grin. He was a very skinny man, with yellow fuzzy teeth, and not enough hair to cover his head.
“Can I h-help you?” I stuttered.
Without saying a word, he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. Before I could make a sound he covered my mouth. His dirty fingernails dug into my cheek. He reached his right hand into his pocket and pulled out a knife. I whimpered softly and closed my eyes. I felt the sharp blade lightly press into my neck, just enough to send a drip of blood down my chest.
“Don’t move,” he said in a strong Russian accent.
He slowly walked me over to the car next to mine, the grey car. The one from this morning. He popped the trunk and threw me in. It immediately fell shut, making it impossible to see. I screamed louder than I ever have before,and ran my hands over the carpeted ceiling, I don’t know what I was looking for, I just wanted to get out. I put my feet against the roof of the trunk and pushed. I felt something press into my back. My phone! I quickly grabbed it and dialed 911. I put it up to my ear and gripped my jacket with my sweaty hand.
“911, what is your emergency?” She answered.
“I-I’ve been taken, I’m in a trunk, this man just grabbed me and p-”
“Where did the kidnapping take place and how long ago?”
The car took a sharp turn and I was thrown up against the wall.
“Westbrook High School, a few minutes ago,” I said through shallow breathing.
“Did you see a license plate?”
“No, it’s a… grey car. Small grey car.”
“Can you give me a description of the man?”
“He-He is very skinny, with bad teeth. He was wearing a blue jacket and black jeans. Not a lot of hair.”
I felt the car pick up speed.
“And what’s your name?”
“Kassidy Richards. Age 17.”
“Kassidy, I need you to do something very important for me. Is there anything else in the trunk with you?”
I quickly ran my hand along the floor of the trunk.
“No, there’s not.”
The car screeched to a stop.
“He stopped! He stopped! What do I do?!”
“Remain Calm Kassidy, and put your phone in y-”
The trunk popped open and he looked down at me with that awful grin. He reached down and wrapped his arms around me tightly. He pulled me out of the trunk, and hit my head on the ceiling. I dropped my phone and it hit the gravel. Sharp agonizing pains shot through my head.
“Help!” I screamed.
He looked down at the pavement and saw my phone. He brought his foot up, and stomped the heel of his boot into the screen. He glared into my eyes with raging anger and tightened his fists.
“What did you tell them?” He spit in my face.
I covered my eyes and cried. He grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and kicked, but it was no use. I took a quick look around, we were in the middle of nowhere. He walked through the trees to a different car. I grabbed at every tree, my nails dug into a white birch and I grasped on as best as I could. He yanked me forward and my pinkie nail ripped off sending a small stream of blood down the back of my hand.
“Help! Someone Help!” I wailed.
He threw me on the ground, and my back slammed against the cold rocks. I winced in pain and sobbed into my hands. This new car was red and a bit bigger than the grey one. He pushed open the trunk and looked down at me. He grabbed my wrist and pushed me towards the car. I tripped over a rock and fell backwards into the trunk, he immediately pushed my legs in and closed it.
“Let me out!”
I felt the car start to move. I saw in a movie once, a girl who was kidnapped hit out the tail light and waved her hand to get someone’s attention. I took my elbow and slammed it against the trunk door. A sharp slicing pain shot through my elbow and into my head. I felt as if knives were shooting through my body. What does he want with me? Where is he taking me? Suddenly a strong smell filled my nose, it reminded me of mosquito repellent. I felt light headed and dizzy. The smell kept getting stronger, and I kept getting dizzier.
I jumped awake. Where am I? What happened? I took deep breaths and gathered my thoughts. I’m in some sort of shed. Small rays of sunshine shone through the cracks and spaces of the old wood. My entire body felt weak, and sore. The shed was empty, and small. I pressed my hands against the cold hard ground and pushed myself up. I walked over to the door… locked. There was a small window on the door, and through it I saw woods. Nothing else. I fell to my knees and sobbed. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out. The words kept repeating in my head. What if I pretend I’m still knocked out? That I haven’t woken yet? I heard footsteps crunch over the gravel outside the door. I scurried over to where I woke and layed on my back, with my eyes closed. The lock on the door rattled, and my heart raced. My chest tightened as I laid there, still as possible. I heard the door swing open, followed with a blast of cold air. The footsteps grew closer, and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I felt him leaning over me, his sour breath blowing in my face. This is my chance. I balled my right hand into a fist and without hesitation, hit him right in the nose. He stumbled back in surprise and grabbed his face. I quickly stood up and ran. Ran out of the shed.
“Help!” I screamed.
I ran as fast as I could. The sharp rocks cut into my bare feet with every step, shooting sharp, piercing pain up my legs. My head was throbbing, everything was a shade of red. I felt his hand brush against my back, he was close behind. Too close behind. Then that’s when I saw it, a road. I ran as fast as I could towards it, and screamed once more. I made it to the road and kept running, and as soon as my foot hit the tar, I heard it. I looked to my right and saw a large semi truck, only a couple feet away, going terribly fast. It was too late for me to move, speak, or think. I felt as if everything was in slow motion, but I was frozen. I had a truck coming at me, and a kidnapper about to tackle me. This was it. I just closed my eyes, and took my last breath.
I did the editing and writing myself, but I would like to thank my mother and father for supporting me. (Word count: 1,581)