Dead to You
The footsteps were getting closer… it was… Alisa! Great! All I needed now was the sico-killer! "Rainbow? What are you doing at my locker?" she said innocently. "Alisa, did you kill all these people?" I asked frantically. "No! Of course not!" A pillowcase slipped over my head. "But if I said that, then it would be a lie. And you know I never lie." she added sarcastically. And then, I blacked out from all the drama.
I woke up, and it seemed like the ground was vibrating. I was in a big van apparently. "Who are you, and where are you taking me?" I muttered through the pillowcase. I tried to move, but I couldn't. My hands were tied behind my back. There was no reply. For what seemed like hours, there was complete silence. "Were here." The driver said. "Where is here?" I asked. "Shut up! If you make so much as one sound I swear to God, I will slit your throat. Understand?" one of them said. I nodded in agreement, even though I felt like crying. They picked me up and carried me inside a building. It was cold. They laid me on a bed and tied my hands and feet with really thick rope. They took the pillowcase off my head. They said nothing. They took a few pictures of my face. Then they put duck tape over my mouth. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I sat there and I cried while inside my head, I was singing the song my mother used to sing to me when I was little. I missed my family. I wanted to go home.