Me?

Me?

(Pitch black) I slowly started to see light again. I opened my eyes as I looked around the room. I was in a bedroom…. I tried to remember what happened and how I got here but I couldn’t remember anything. Not even my name or who I was. I slowly put my foot on the floor... I felt a sharp prick on the heel of my foot. I lift my foot, hoping to see what pricked me. It was… glass? I looked on the floor and saw... the whole room filled with broken glass bottles.

I started limping around the room trying not to step in any more glass pieces. Then I saw a glass bottle, but this one wasn’t broken..it didn’t even have one single crack on it. I crouched down trying to pick it up, avoiding the glass pieces around it…. as I picked the bottle up I realised there was a note on it…. it said “ John was here.”

I rushed out the room, this time not caring about the glass pieces on the floor. I ran into the living room hoping to find John, whoever he was. I was screaming John, John…..where are you? I couldn't hear him or anything for that matter, the room was silent. The only thing I could hear was a leaking faucet and the old antique clock ticking. I started looking around the room…. I didn’t see him… I didn’t see anyone to be exact.

I started to widen my search….. I looked under the tables and chairs… but found nothing. I whispered to myself “where could he be?” Suddenly I saw a photo of someone stuck into a crack in the wall. I reached towards it and pulled it out slowly so it wouldn’t tear. It was a picture of a boy... but wait! There was something at the back of the picture. It was kinda smudged and had cobwebs and dust on it.

I tried making out the words, I think it said Oliver. That photo reminded me of something, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. When suddenly out of nowhere a tree branch as big as a car, came flying at me. It crashed to the walls of the living room, but luckily I ducked just in time. I tried getting up when I realized I got something stuck on my hands. It was a light pink, and it was super sticky.

I tried taking it off with my right hand but it just stuck to it. I decided it was best to go to the washroom to wash it off. I started walking around looking for it hearing the little creak in the floor on each step. I finally found the washroom. I stepped inside and switched on the light. It started flickering which kinda gave shivers down the back of my spine. While I was washing my hands I saw a cracked mirror on the floor. I bent over to pick it up. When suddenly…. a big brown sack went over my head.. within minutes I was unconscious.

2 or 3 hours later I got woken up by a big bang…. I jumped in fright. Oww!!! I yelled in pain, something hit my head when I jumped. There was still a bag on my head but this time there was a small whole so I could breathe. I started to wonder who might have done all of this. I tried to think if I had any enemies...but I still couldn’t remember anything. I thought if...I could get to see where I am….I could find some way to escape. So I bent my head down and tried to rip the bag with all my might…..finally after 5 tries it ripped!

I looked around the place that I was in. But I couldn’t recognize it. There were no windows...wait a minute! I just saw a small hidden door with a metal handle. I can’t believe I didn’t notice that. I kicked open the door so I could escape.. but I realised…. I was in the back of a moving van. The van was moving pretty fast but I knew I had to jump. It was my only hope. I counted to 5. 1..2..3..4..5.

I jumped and fell down hands first on the cement road. I scraped my hands pretty bad. I guess the van people probably knew I jumped because they turned the van and started driving after me. I sprinted for my life. I turned around and saw that they were people wearing black mask that covered their whole face and a black suit. I was losing stamina so I ran to a forest that was nearby followed by them. As soon as I reached the forest they didn’t know where I was and to be honest I didn’t even know where I was.

I sat down under a tree trying to catch my breath. My eyes slowly closed. Before I knew it I was fast asleep. I jerked up when I heard a growl. It was from a bear. It was brown and had razor sharp teeth and claws. I bolted away, still followed by the bear. It was catching up on me when it heard a growl and ran away. I turned my back (still running) to check if the bear was gone when suddenly I found myself dangling from a 40ft cliff.

Sadly the hand that was holding me up was the hand that got injured from when I jumped. I couldn’t hold on anymore. My life was now depended on……. 5 fingers. 1 minute had passed. I didn't think my hand couldn’t take it any longer. I couldn’t even scream for help because the bear or van people could hear me. Suddenly 4 of my fingers slipped..now my thumb was the only thing standing between me and death.

I breathed what I thought was my last breath and let go of my last finger.