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July 8, 1991

He hid in his closet waiting for the noise of sirens to appear, but no luck. He felt too childish. Hiding in the closet is what you did when you were ten and playing hide and seek with your friends. This was no kiddie game of hide and seek though. Not even close.

"Greg," sang an evil voice. He leaned against some empty shoe boxes. Now he wished he was shorter and younger. The mad man's footsteps grew closer. Why didn't you think of a less logical place to hide? I guess it beats hiding under the bed... he thought to himself.

"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you," lied the man who held a knife up in his hands. Greg's breathing started to get out of control. He felt his body shaking uncontolably. Finally he heard some relief. The police sirens grew near. He clutched his bleeding arm. It'll all be over soon... he thought. Right when he started to get less tense he heard the door knob turn. The man yanked him up off the ground. Greg let out a small whimper. The man then threw Greg against the wall of his bedroom and held the knife up to his throat.

"Dad, please," Greg begged. Silent tears flowed freely down his face. Greg turned as he heard his phone ring. His dad picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked angrily.
"Hey, yo is Greg there?" asked Greg's idiotic friend, Billy.
"He's a bit busy now, can I have him call you back?"
"Fo sho, Mr. S." Greg's father turned off the phone.

Suddenly the bedroom door thrusted open. It was the police... finally.

"Step away from the kid with your hands up." The man slowly turned.

Greg sat outside as the police kept asking him simple questions.
"What's your name?"
"Greg- Greg Sanders."
"Are you wounded?" He held out his arm. The police called for the medics. "That's pretty deep, kid. How'd that happen?"
"M-my dad." He swallowed.
"Well, we'll fix that up for you. Do you have any other family?"
"My brother. He's t-twenty-th-three."
"Where does he live?"
"San Fransisco..."
"Can I have his number." Greg nodded and the officer quickly wrote the numbers down as they were said.

A/N: I know it's a small chapter, but it's just the beginning. I needed to have that down. Please read and review! Tell me what you think!