At 5:30 it was already quite dark but that was understandable it was in the middle of November and the park never looked more beautiful. The trees have long lost their leaves all in a pile of mush on the ground and looked eerie against the dark sky. I guess life moves so fast that we miss the little things and are unable to see the beauty in them. Except him. He always saw and replicated them in the most astounding paintings and pieces of art. No Katniss don't do this to yourself it can't be helped you'll make yourself more depressed after all isn't that why you went over to Madge's since it's been a week since he's been stolen.
I walk through the deserted fields as on my way home after a girls night in as Madge put it. Yeah because to solve all problems the CIA and the Taliban should watch Girly movies about finding love, eat popcorn and ice-cream and gossip on who's who and wants what. Don't get me wrong I love Madge she's my best friend but sometimes I think she spends way too much time with Delly and lives up to the Stereotypical views of Blondes. Not that he was ever like that but then again I didn't know him that well only from what I saw from our rare interactions. Guilt surged my veins but I knew it wasn't my fault. But I wish I got to thank him.
Even in my distracted state I heard a twig snap behind me. At once I was in a defensive stance and spun around to see the culprit only to be met with the moonlight and the silhouettes of the trees. Still cautious I turn back around and start to walk faster only to be met with hands covering my mouth and encircling my wrist. I struggled hard not giving attacker the satisfaction of hearing my screams or seeing my tears and fought with all my power. I am no stranger to having everything taken from me. Money, Valuables, Family. A selfish being has always taken from me but I will never give up. I manage to elbow my attacker and hear him grunt from the pain. "Well this one is a feisty one isn't she, I'll have fun breaking her spirit, won't I babe?" a deep gruff voice says. I felt sick to the core when this twisted called me babe, I have never cared for it or any terms of endearment but coming from his mouth it makes me want to vomit out my organs.
I soon realise he isn't alone when I hear a thick chuckle. "Look at her thinking she can escape ha! But we have got a schedule to keep with just knock her out and stuff her in the boot". Before I can process what just happened, what felt like a brick collided with the side of head undoubtably splattering blood to the surroundings. I black out knowing one thing: I have been Stolen.