P.V.O.V.P Re-write

There's moment's in your life where you reflect on how you got where you are that day. My moment is sitting in a jail cell in a castle. Possibly in a world filled with teenage fantasy creatures. I can pinpoint the day that caused the dominoes to fall on the path to this moment. Senior year of high school; Portable classroom P-134; First Colonial high school; Virginia Beach, VA.

The day was perfect. Not too sunny not too cloudy. The air was filled with summer's scent of wild and free. Students were awake and well fed despite their inability to pay attention to classes. Class seemed to have started a century ago that day. It was a 50/50 chance either the teacher was droning like a zombie or the students were on autopilot. Autopilot was my choice of the day living luxuriously in the back of my mind. Occasionally I'd check on the class to make sure I wasn't the idiot staring into space alone. Finally, the teacher handed out the papers for the project we had to do in pairs. I look over to my left out of reflex and the empty seat reminds me. At the time there was the highest peak in kidnappings in the history of ever; my best friend Brooke had become a part of that percentage. I refused to let my emotions show in public thus I showed no external reaction when looking at her seat. I had paired up with a stranger again.

A few hours later my school day was over. As I stepped off my over crowded school bus I let the sunlight and blue-sky wipe most of my stress away like a tsunami. I walked through the field that decorates the right-side entrance to my neighborhood. I stopped at the edge of the road and stared into the field on the other side. The right field was open and beautiful while left was closed off with bushes and willow trees. Opposites just like Brooke and me. I decided to go to the other field and sit under the willow tree for a sense of knowledge and wisdom to go with my thoughts on the crimes. The entrance to the field was a missing bush in the line with shadows peering from inside. Now that I know what was waiting for me in those shadows I should have listened to my own warnings. Once inside the field I was corrupted with shivers and a sense of danger. I brushed it off with my naïve perspective and sat under the schlumped over willow tree in the center. I rested my head on the trunk and began the thinking process like a roman forum in my mind. Almost 100 kidnappings within two weeks and no evidence left in any of them. The search teams were tired, and the police were fed up with becoming the faces of failure in the name of the law.

My mind was busy with debating thoughts and feelings on the subject. As I laid back and let my mind buzz I was unaware of my surroundings. I started to have a feeling in my gut that grew stronger and stronger as if something was approaching me from all directions. I gave into the feeling as it became a bigger presence than my thoughts. Once I opened my eyes it was night. My body tensed, and I stood up knowing something was wrong about this. The bus dropped me off only a few minutes ago so It should be at least sunset not midnight. Looking around I didn't see anything off with my surroundings compared to how they were before I closed my eyes. In a short burst a shadowy figure raced past me and I became paralyzed by something other than my fear. A few minutes later darkness rushed into my eyesight and just before everything went black I realized I was falling asleep.