Out of all things I've seen, time has never been faster. Before I even knew what was happening I was in a bus ride back to my dad's. Normally, I my mom could've dropped me, but she insisted that it was better for the environment and wallets. So here I am, sitting in a stuffy packed bus, thinking about the summer ahead for my friends and me. Not to mention seeing my dad for the first time since last year.
In the past year, so much has changed including my whole lifestyle. There was a lot more homework in my new school, and lest we forget my new school itself. The whole of it was completely and utterly different from my school. The girls in my school let jealousy rule and were ruthless about it. The guys didn't, and we're a lot less cocky than the ones from my old school. And don't even get me started on the rumours there. They're not the usual she likes some dude, blah, and blah, blah, I'm talking about rumours deliberately spread and believed because of jealousy.
With that last thought in my mind, there was a ding signalling my stop. I sighed wearily from hour long bus ride and stepped out the door. Call it intuition but the moment I stepped off the bus I immediately felt I shouldn't be alone. Stop being so melodramatic, I told myself. Ian and Amanda would be laughing so hard if they saw me right now. I almost started laughing, I felt like that paranoid girl who watched way too many horror movies for her own good. I was almost at my house, just a block away. I started to walk faster, maybe nothing could happen if I get to my house too fast for anything to happen. I was dead wrong. At first it was just soft normal footsteps but gradually the footsteps started to pick up speed just as I was and eventually I was listening to the footfalls of a runner.
I was just about to turn a corner, hoping that it would be over once I do, but then I felt something like an arm grab me around the waist. I tried to scream and pull away, but it was no use, my captor's other hand was clamped on my mouth. I would definitely not go down without a fight, so since this felt like a move, it's time for the actor's attempt at self defence, thank you action movies. I bit down hard on his cold hand, trying not to think of its taste or what he or she could've been touching and used my hands to pound on the arm around my waist. The moment his grip on my mouth weakened, I pulled my head away and started to scream. Somebody would hear me, somebody had to hear me. Obviously this guy had practise because even if his grip on my face could be weakened he didn't seem fathomed by my hitting on his arm. So instead, I decided to result to pinching. I pinched and pinched until I drew blood. Almost immediately my captor loosened his grip, and I took my chance and jerked away. He or she tried to get me in his or her grasp again but it was too late.
I ran for a whole block straight before indecision struck me. My captor would definitely try to follow me, maybe even trap me. There was no way I could go home, way too easy of a trap. There has to be another way. I needed to go somewhere a little far, to outrun my predator, and I needed a tricky path. Just in case I judged my abductor too quickly, I called the police to meet me at Amanda's house and Amanda to tell her that the police and I were coming.
It was taking too much time, by the time my phone was in my pocket and I was ready to run again, the person who was chasing me had already turned the corner of the street I was on. I ran and ran, ignoring my lungs' attempt of begging me for more time to catch my breath, and the throbbing pain in the muscles of my legs.
None of my energy had gone to waste because gradually, the familiar loom of Amanda's house came into view. My chest swelled with hope as I coaxed my legs into trying to run faster. Come on, I told myself, its right there. And eventually my speed grew only a bit faster. As a joke, I promised myself, if could make this, there was no way I wasn't going to try out for the cross-country team.
But Amanda's house wasn't the only thing that came into view. Soon enough I heard the squealing of a large van come up from behind me. I had been careful not to underestimate my opponent, but I could never have imagined this. Faster! I mentally screamed. Just in time, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, causing Amanda's house come rushing to meet me. All of a sudden, something came whizzing past my head, and I was staring at what I imagined could only be a tranquilizer dart.
Though odds were against it, there had to be a way out. The darts started coming faster and closer to the target. I needed a way fast. And then, like the flick of a light switch, I had it. So, I started running in jagged lines, hoping that would make it harder to strike target. But once again I had made the mistake, he, which it seemed to be, had caught my pattern and was using it for aim.
Suddenly, I felt one of them find its mark. I could feel myself slowing down, but I still kept running it would only be a few minutes until a police officer would notice me. It would be no use though, even if I kept running, the drug was moving fast and i knew I would be out cold soon. In response to my conclusion, I stopped altogether and used my last few waking moments to scream for help, surely they would hear me.
"Who could've done this to me?" my last thought before entering the empty, unnatural sleep.