Jeep

 

Jeep

 

 

An unexpected creak came from outside of the bathroom door, in the empty hallway. I paused washing my hair. What was that? I waited until it was silent before I went back to my shampoo. There it was again. This time I turned off the water and wrapped myself up in a faded blue towel. When my feet touched the floor, I heard another small squeak. BANG! I jumped back at the sudden sound. What the heck was that?! BANG! I screamed and in a clumsy stupor I fell backward into the damp tub behind me. Scared for my life, my heart was working double time while my mind was slowly working. Weapon. I need to find a weapon. I scrambled out of the tub and searched franticly for a sharp object of some kind. BAM! I jumped again at the violent sound. I looked around and ground my teeth. I didn't even have an escape route. Remind me to kill the person who constructed this bathroom without a window. BAM! Crack. Ok back to defense. Getting back on my knees, I pulled out a long, rough metal nail file and prayed that it would help. I was shaking when I slowly stood up to look in the mirror. I screamed in terror as a black shadow stood in the reflection. The person covered my mouth with his scratchy black gloves. I struggled in his arms the will to live growing severely. He dragged me menacingly out of the bathroom. He bent back my hand and disarmed me of my nail file. All I could think was that I was going to die as he shoved me into a dark, ratty jeep. I felt extremely vulnerable without any kind of defense. I tried the door handle, hoping that he was stupid enough to leave it unlocked. I finally dropped my hands in defeat. He locked it and even broke the unlocking mechanism. The back seat was separated from the front by a metal and glass guard. This guy had planned this. I was a planned target. I racked my brain for a reason to kill me. Had I pissed someone off? Had I even offended someone that badly? Crunches of leaves under footsteps could be heard outside of what was now my cage. Someone opened the driver's door quickly and hopped into the cushioned seat. I didn't scream or cry. I think my brain was just in a frantic and shocked daze that the sound of the door shutting and opening made me jump. I'd been in a trance the whole car ride. I looked around only to see pitch blackness. I felt another presence nearby. I dumbly let my hands wander around the seat next to mine. Skin. I felt skin. I jumped and screamed at the unexpected texture. A moan came from next to me and I shivered in fear.

"Are-are you ok?" It came out much more quietly then I expected. Another groan came from the person next to me. It coughed a few times before I heard heavy breathing.

"Percy, Percy, Percy," a soft, delicate female voice. I swallowed slowly.

"How do you know my name?" Still heavy breathing. I waited silently until she spoke again.

"I guessed." Bull. Someone doesn’t just guess "Percy" when you hear a girl's voice.

"How. Do. You. Know. Me." I was beyond patient. I was kidnapped, in only a towel still, and was in a random car with someone who just happened to know my name. I freaked when a hand was placed on my leg. Hitting it away I scooted back up against the car door. A door slammed from the driver's side and a silhouette of a man sat in the seat again. I pounded on the metal and glass that separated the kidnapper and myself. He glanced back and opened a small sliding door that was the width of a pencil. He really did have things planned. He made it small enough so I wouldn't be able to hurt him.

"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this? Who are you?" I couldn't help but grow in volume at each question asked. I was so scared I just wanted to be anywhere else but here. I don't even know what he's capable of. His response was to close the door again. I started screaming and pounding on the guard in frustration. I needed to get out of this.

"It's no use. He's too well prepared." I glared at what I hoped was this other woman. I didn't need her negativity now.

My sweaty hands slide down the glass in exhaustion. I'd been at this for about an hour now and no progress. The woman was silent the entire time and never helped me when I looked for a way of escape.

"Percy Percy Percy," she began saying in a dead-like tone. It brought chills up my spine.

"Stop it! Just stop it! I'm tired and scared out of my mind and all you do it sit around and either say nothing or creep me out by chanting my name! SHUT UP!" It took too much energy to scream at someone who wouldn't answer to me anyways. I felt my eyes begin to close, despite my protests. I was just too tired.

 

I didn't know where I was now, I felt a cold wind caress my body. My towel was barely covering me when I sat up in pain. I wasn't in the car anymore. This was concrete I was sitting on. It was so cold. I wrapped my towel securely around myself again. It was the only warmth I had. The sun was barely on the horizon outside. The room was hardly illuminated with light but I could see the room better. I looked over to see an older woman bleeding profoundly from her head and chest. It must've been the lady next to me in the car. I suddenly felt bad for being so rude to her. Holding the towel to my body, I crawled painfully over to the woman and placed two fingers to her neck. Tears welled up in my eyes when I realized that she was dead. She's going to have her last memory with me, when I yelled at her so rudely. I felt more depressed as I backed away from her to my previous spot. I stopped short when I saw a door. A door! Escape! I ran to it and went to try the handle. There wasn't a handle. I started panicking again. This can't be happening. The window was too high and too small. I screamed as loud as I could and pounded on the door so hard my hands were bruised.

I was stuck here. I was going to die.