Monday, October 10, 2011
With No Escape
It was nighttime and I was in a waiting room of some sort and there was a man about in his early thirties, not ugly, looked like a normal everyday person but there was something about him that tipped me off. He occasionally looked at me but I tried my best not to make eye contact when he did. The person I was with (family member I assume) got called up and I was left waiting alone with hat man in the room.After a few minutes, he got up and sat next to me and started to mumble something, his voice was soft. He said he needed me to walk to the car, told me it was the big black one in the front by the small tree. Then got up and sat in front of me. I did not listen to him I just hoped that the person who was with me would be out here soon. After a while he got up and started out to his car. When he got to his car, I saw him take out a huge whip like item and whip it into the car. I saw a little splash of blood come from the car that almost made my heart stop. He closed the door of the car and walked back into the room where I was at and sat down in front of me once more. Something inside me told me not to go to the car and part of me told me I better because there is someone or something in there getting killed, as I was thinking this, the man got up, roughly grabbed my arm, and shrugged me out the door. He paced with me to the car and said under his breath that it s going to cost me for taking so long. When we got to the car he threw me against the drivers door and I fell to the ground In pain, he grabbed my arms and pressed my body against the car with one hand and with the other he grabbed me by hair and hit my head hard against the glass he then opened the door to the back passenger seats and proceeded to pick me up and throw me In, all so fast I did not get a chance to react. He started out towards a back street close to the freeway. Tears swelled in my eyes and I started to cry frantically when I saw what it was that was in the car it was a naked girl and what was left of her face. She was dead. Quickly, as the car was barley starting out, I said I'm going to jump out and opened the door, I was ready to jump until he started to speed so fast it intimidated me and I decided not to. I told him to please let go, that I have a family, nieces, pets, friends, a boyfriend and that didn't seem to grab his attention he explained as he was driving that he was going to do things similar to what he had done to the girl. Hearing that made me feel helpless and I started to feel like I would not live through this. I started to cry out the same thing I had said moments ago and he took out that whiplike item and smacked me with it a couple of times it was painful, must have been studded with little razors because there were many razor sharp cuts on my shoulder and arm. The road we were on was familiar to me so I kept plotting In my head how I'm going to be able to escape. He started to talk to me again telling me that I will not be able to leave him and that he is making a promise that if I somehow escape, he will find me and he won't stop until he does and when he does he is going to kill me and some of those who mean a lot to me. He was running out of gas so he stopped at this gas station. There were these two older ladies In the brown car next to me. I crawled to the other side of the car where the dead girl sit, unlocked the door, and threw myself out as fast as I could and ran to the two women. They immediately let me in and the only thing I could say was to keep going. Of course he had seen me and he started to get in his car but we were too quick for him to catch up. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. I told them everything I could about the man as we drove back to my house. When I got home, everyone who is usually in the single story home was there, my mom, dad, sister and pets. It was still dark out and my windows in my room were opened so I closed them quickly. I had this really uncomfortable feeling In my whole body and mind that it was not over from remembering what he told me. His words flowed in my ears as if he were In my room with me speaking to me, reminding me not to gain hope. I did not feel safe. I made sure all the windows in the whole house were locked and covered completely and I had a bright enough light in my room to keep me a bit at ease as I lay down on my bed. I then realized right there that I had left my I pod in his car somehow and I started to cry, he will find me. I ran to my mom and dads room and stood by my mom telling her that he will be here soon to get me. She told me that I will be fine and that it would take him a long time to track all of that so I went on her computer and tried to delete all my information off as many things as I could think of. Then a voice in my head told me to call the cops so I picked up the house phone and tried to dial but it wasn't working and my cell phone was in my room, a place where I really did not want to go. I was shaking so hard I felt nauseous, wanted to throw up. He knows where I am and he is waiting for me. I went to the corner of my parents room and cried helplessly. My mom, sister, and my dad were in the same room trying to figure out what to do then suddenly we hear a noise in my room. My dad walked up to the door and unlocked it, he peered at my room which was right across from theirs. He said there was nothing or no one there only an orange backpack with a note on it. My dad brought them In the room. I started by reading the note which was a list of things he wants to do to me and pictures of his previous victims, I open the bag finding the various items and tools he plans to use, Some crusted with blood and worn out from so much use. I went back to reading the letter and at the bottom I read the words that made chills shoot throughout my body, it said "No one has ever been able to escape me." I grabbed the phone again and tried to dial for help but the phone would not work, I tried again and this time I couldn't hear anything so I said "Help me!"then, a calm gentle male voice responded, it was him. He was in my room he said. He also said he is going to hurt me and do what he wants to me but he said he wasn't going to kill me. I was cold and shaky I could not gain any strength I just cried. My mom kept telling my dad to grab something and kill him but just like all of us, my dad was considering that he may have a weapon of some sort that he could defend himself with. Still with me on the phone, the man continued to taunt and tease me, saying that it will be good for him and not so good for me and explaining the letter more. He said that he is only sticking to his word that he will find me and saying it was easier than he planned . He said he is going to abuse me but to make sure he doesn't kill me. Then, I interrupted I screamed at him telling him to go away stating that he said he was going to kill me if he found me. My mom could not take it anymore so she ran out the door to my room. My sister screamed out to her and my dad yelled out her name and they both begged for her to come back but it was too late, I heard a scream that I never in my life ever wanted to hear from my mom. The scream was so bad that all I wanted was for it to stop and for my sister and dad to stop with their pain filled cries. The man came up to the door with my mom half alive. He was holding her arm and dragged her to the door so we could see. I kept repeating to him not to kill her and begging him to go away, I realized the phone was still in my hands and I have the chance to call for help seems he noticed that too so he closed the door to finish killing my mom, my dad during the time had taken the screen off the window and he and my sister were crawling out of it. I was stunned, I didn't realize they were calling for me to follow them. I knew that because i tried to call for help, i cost my moms life. The door opened and the man was there, he started to name of details about me, my name, my siblings, my school, he named everyone who i cared about and with each name he took one step closer, I looked up and that was the first and last time my eyes met with his.
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