Kidnapped

Number one:
My legs were beginning to cramp as I sat motionless in my hiding place. I tried to slow my breathing, but I could hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I wondered if it could be heard in the deafening silence. I felt my calf muscle tighten painfully and as a reaction, I shifted my weight. The sound echoed and it was my fatal mistake…

I heard them before I saw them. Their approaching footsteps getting louder with every step. My kidnappers opened the door to the closet in which I was hiding.

"I told you not to run. Now you will face the consequences," my captor said, as he pulled something out of his pocket.

I didn't say anything. I was frozen in fear. I never should have told the police anything. I didn't know! The officer said no one would hurt me if I said anything. He was wrong. They were all wrong.

I told them that they would hunt me down, and  kill me for what I did. But they didn't listen. No one did, and because of that, I am going to die.

It all started when I was walking home. I had just gone to the local grocery store, to get some snacks for my moms class(she is a Grade 5 teacher, and every Friday she brings snacks for them), and a bag of Salt & Vinegar chips for me. It was only 8:30 at night, but already it was dark. I shouldn't have gone out, but I can't change that now. Anyway, I was passing an old, abandoned house, when I heard a sort of scuffling sound. Then someone shushing someone else. I could see a faint light, too. It was very out of the ordinary for anyone to be in there. Well, I didn't think anyone ever went in there. I crept across the grass, and peeked through the broken window. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"HOLY CRAP," I whisper-yelled. I saw a guy from school, Jimmy, lying on the ground, flailing around, while this other guy I didn't recognize, had his hands wrapped around Jimmy's neck. This guy I didn't know, looked quite muscular, and I know I couldn't stop him if I tried. I ducked down so that guy couldn't see me. I took my phone out and quietly reported the crime to 911, who told me they were sending cops, and an ambulance.

My brain was scrambled. Again, I peeked into the house. Even from a distance I could hear the cop cars. But so could that guy strangling Jimmy in there. He jumped up and ran out the back door.  Jimmy was lying on the floor, not moving at all. I couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Thankfully, the ambulance showed up, and a few seconds later, the police. Most of the cops raced out of their cars and took off in the direction of the attacker, which I pointed out.  I probably looked like a mess, but that is what seeing an attack will do to you.

An officer approached me, "Are you the brave young woman that called in this crime?" he asked me.

"Y-y-ya," I choked out.

"I am Officer Gerald McClancy. We are going to have to ask you a few questions down at the station. We can call your parents from their," Officer McClancy told me.

He led me to one of the cop cars, and opened the passenger side door. I climbed in slowly. Once we got to the police station, he led me to a small room, told me my mom had been called, and then offered me a doughnut. I declined politely. I just witnessed a horrific attack, does he think I want to eat right now?

My mom entered the room about 15 minutes later, along with a short man, who I quickly noticed was not wearing deodorant.

They asked me a lot of questions. Then they had me tell a detailed description of this guy.

Finally, I realized I hadn't asked the most important question.

"Is Jimmy dead?" I asked hesitantly.

"We aren't releasing that information yet, sorry," the short, smelly guy answered.

"Has that guy been caught," I asked next.

"We are doing our best to find the suspect, Miss 




Allison