Captured and Taken

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My story is called "Captured and Taken". Captured and Taken is about a girl who has a weird dream on the morning of exams at her school — University of Toronto. Charlotte, the main character is actually me. Charlotte's personality and perspective is how I imagine living my everyday life as a student in University of Toronto. I eventually want to study English Language and Literature at university. What motivated me to create and write this story is from a real dream I've had a few months ago. I had dreamt one night about the creator telling me that my time was up and that I needed to leave earth. For a period of time after I had that dream, I woke up late at night from anxiety attacks, I had trouble focusing in school and I had avoided my friends and family. After speaking with the elders at my school I learned that seeing the vision of heaven and hell is not as scary as I had thought it was. I took what I dreamt of and wrote a 13 page story about that experience. I am quite mature therefore my story has some mature content, all thoughts and fears that I personally have. Captured and Taken is a very special piece of work to me because my whole story is based on real dreams I've had. These dreams have frightened me and I still continue to have dreams like this today, I am learning to overcome these fears for they are not reality. I hope that you will enjoy my story about overcoming your fears and facing an unknown reality.

Yours truly, Sydney Nate

Submitted: May 07, 2015

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I was walking home when this big van pulled up beside me. "Hey there girl, why don’t you come for a ride with us?" said the old man whom I never met before said to me. "No thank you." I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, then I began to walk. "Come on, we’re not bad guys." The man shouted. Some other guy in the driver’s seat got out and started walking towards me, the other man followed in the van behind. I began to speed walk, my house was still a few blocks away and it was midnight. "What if I don’t make it home?" I thought. My brain scattered with many mixed thoughts, my heart was beating and my legs trembled more as I tried to run. I fell to the ground and I passed out.
 
I awoke with my vision still blurry, I could see the man shouting at people in the back, and the other was driving really fast. I couldn’t believe the situation I was in. Suddenly everything changed..I was behind my great aunts home. How did this happen? I feel so much freedom! I could hear the people screaming, crying and yelling in the front, what is happening? I went to see what was happening and then I saw who I believed was....me.

I was in the back of a truck, my arms and ankles were tied to ropes in different directions and I was covered in blood. Electric wires all of me. I looked so scary. There were the two men, aiming guns at others if they dared to come any closer. I saw my mom, she was in tears. "Mom, what’s happening?" I tapped her shoulder. "Mom!" I said. Again and again I called out, she could not see me, and she could not hear me or even feel me. I saw this other lady, a lady I never met before, she was crying, on her knees begging the man not to turn the electricity on. Everyone was crying for me. The man pressed the button, and I could see my own body, twitching, being fried up. Then, I could feel this stinging sensation in my other body, my spiritual body, and there, I fell to the ground. Only thing I can see left was my body burning.
 
Everything changed again. Suddenly, I was walking down Saint George street and I ended up at my school I attended, University of Toronto. I walked into the big school, passing by the cafeteria, the lounge room, all the different departments. Nobody was here, and the silence was perfect. I left the school, to visit my aunt, how is she now? I walked into her home and everyone sat in one room, nobody crying but silent. And so I left to see my mom, I was walking in the back of an alley, and in the sky I could see a hole appear, a big wide open. In the hole I could see this place on the right, it looked awful. The skies were a dark orange color, with ashes falling on the ground. I could see orange liquid on the ground, and there was nothing but rock everywhere. On the left side, there was a sun and a rainbow, how odd. The grass was so green and the flowers bloomed so perfectly. A little girl appeared, she wore a white gown and she had blonde hair. She looked down and spoke to me, "Charlotte, God wants you to come home now." Then, another voice spoke out, "Charlotte, my beloved daughter, come home to me." My knees weakened, my heart began to beat, not in a scary but nice way. "W-Wait for me, I want to see my mother." I walked away, towards my moms, my eyes filled with tears.
 
I sat up quickly, catching my breath. Just a dream. I got out of bed, down to the kitchen to make a nutella sandwich and a cup of coffee for myself. I couldn’t help but think of the dream I had just awoken up from. I remember it so clearly. All the scary and reality-felt events that happened.
 
Maybe it’s just a dream to distract me from my exams. Not this time. Previously, well maybe a few semesters back, I failed one of my classes and I could have been gone right there if I didn’t take a few extra courses. Typical me. I ran upstairs to quickly wash up and study a bit more. I wore a white loose knitted jumper and a pair of blue denim skinny jeans, nothing special. I finished my last cup of coffee and applied light make up, then shortly after I was out the door, playing my favourite song by Russell Llantino, some Filipino rapper from Brampton.
 
He made it pretty big, not as big, but you know big enough to enjoy his life and write music. I have his merchandise in my room, and also a signed CD. I went to one of his shows with my friends once, and we met him, no lie, we met him and got to chat with him. My friend Hannah claims he touched her butt before our visit was over, because nobody saw it happen, we didn’t believe her.
 
I’m the type of girl who see’s the world differently; I don’t see everything as a bad thing, because every single thing or person has a story behind them, right? I’m not really your flirty-drunk all weekend type of girl, I play a lot of sports and I volunteer at events where I’m needed. I hang out with my friends, go out to watch movies and eat at famous –expensive restaurants, study with all the free time I get. I’m very outgoing but I can be shy, I have many desires like travelling to different parts of the world, learning different cultures and making new friends. I desire to write and publish books, just as well as J.K Rowling and Stephen King.
 
Everyone has their own taste in writing, non-fiction or fiction, horror or romance. I want to make a fictional-fantasy novel. Since I was 13 years-old, I have adjusted well to this liking of fictional books. I wrote many short stories as a teenager and won many contests. I read one of my stories to a audience of 300 people once. I like the sound of my writing because it sounds realistic. I can feel the person’s perspective of fear. All these imagination events, these powerful and meaningful words that come into my head just make it so much better.
 
I just finished my 30 minute walk to school, and met up with a few friends before I walked in. "Hey, did you study well?" Hannah asked. "Yes, I’ve done nothing but study all week so I should do well. Did you study? You look very tired today." I smiled. "I’m so tired you don’t even know how it feels. I was up all night studying because I’ve been slacking lately." Hannah spoke, very nervously. I patted her shoulder, "Poor Hannah. Just make sure you don’t fall asleep and focus. You’ll do well! Do your best and I’ll see you later! Bye!" I smiled. "Thanks Charlotte. You always have this positive vibe, it must be nice to be you!" Hannah said. "Well I’m more committed to my work, I guess we’re different." I said. "Hey! What’s that suppose to be mean?" Hannah said, annoyed. I laughed, "Nothing. See you after exams! Good luck!" I smiled and walked away, making my way to the English department.
 
I met up with a few other friends and striked up a little chat, nothing too important. Nervousness built up slowly as I sat in class waiting for first exams to begin. "Hey! You okay?" My friend, Matt said as he tapped my shoulder. "Yeah I’m fine. Just a little nervous." I said to him. "Oh don’t worry, you’ll do just fine! You’re smart as anyone else in this class. You’ll nail it!" Matt said, winking after he said encouraging words. "Thank you Matt!" I smiled, and pretended to study, but only stared at my timetable.

Matt is my partner in assignments, we’ve known each other for awhile now, he’s a really sweet guy, but also flirty. There came times when he would try and make a move on nights we studied together, but I never felt the same. I don’t really have time for a boyfriend, well not right now. He understands but he still tries to make moves, I’ve gotten used to it, and it’s getting quite boring.
 
Okay! Time to cut out Matt from my mind; I need to memorize my studies with the last few minutes before my first set of exams begin.
 
Wait-there is no time.
 
"Your midterms will now begin, you have two hours, so use your time wisely and work hard." Ms. Fortier, the English teacher spoke out to the class.
I just finished my exams, I’m exhausted. I hate the smell of other people’s bad hygiene and sweat. Okay, maybe I sweat a little too but not a lot! I walked down to where everyone else was, I saw my friends in line so I skipped in line to stand with them. "How did your exam go?!" Miranda said anxiously. "Well, I didn’t get my results yet, but I’m positive I did well. Did you get your results yet?’" I said, as I grabbed myself a apple and a water bottle. "I haven’t gotten my results yet either.’ Miranda sighed. "I’m sure you did just fine!" I smiled. "Thanks Char, you’re the best!" said Miranda. We all sat down, everyone in their own little chats together.
 
The announcements came on and Mr. Cornwell spoke out, "Hello, your mid-term exam results are now in. Please pick up your envelope at the front office, thank you." And then everyone jumped out of their seats and ran to the front office like kinder gardens student- my friends did the same. I just sat here alone and finished my apple; the waiting line would take quite awhile anyway.
 
Later came and I grabbed my books and everything else before I went to the front office so I wouldn’t have to come back, since the office is closer to the exit of UofT.
I walked down the not-so-empty halls, everyone looked a mix of happy and upset. I picked up my envelope, "Thank you." I smiled. "No problem. Have a nice weekend." Mr Cornwell smiled back at me and waved as I walked out the door. "Hey! Char!’ Matt called out. "Yeah?" I turned my back to face Matt. "What were your results?" Matt smiled. "I haven’t got to look yet. I’ll text you when I get home!" I said. "Oh! Come on! Why don’t you look at it before you leave?" Matt said. "Well, what if I received a bad mark and you made fun of me?" I laughed, "I’ll text you my result, okay?".
"I doubt it! I bet you got a 90% mark or even higher!" Matt said. I smiled, "Thank you!" I waved as I began to walk home. "Hey! Do you need me to walk you home?" Matt shouted. I kept on walking and smiled.
 
I took a few moments to reflect on the smile I hid from Matt.
 
You’re smiling, but is everything actually there? You’re smiling, but are you really smiling because your happy? There are things that cannot be done the way you want, you smiling won’t make a difference to whether you’re happy or not, so give it your best and smile. Don’t smile because you’re not happy, don’t smile like it’s fake, smile because you are doing what’s right and if nobody see’s your commitment, then move on and find people who see you for who you are. There is where your happiness will lie.
 
My usual mind-on, world-off moments when I just listen to what my hearts saying, well I don’t hear my heart speaking, but what I feel like, I hear in my mind.
I continued walking when suddenly, I could hear a car horn, I turned my head to see the hood of a car not even an inch away from me. My heart stopped. I couldn’t move or speak.
 
"Hey, watch where you’re going!" An old man yelled from the car window. "Are you okay?" Some lady asked me. I looked around me, people were crowding around. I could not talk but immediately I ran towards my apartment. I ran and ran until I reached my place. I opened the door quickly and sat down on my sofa, throwing my books carelessly onto the coffee table, reminiscing what just occurred.
 
I sat there for 10 minutes still in shock. "Okay...I think a shower will calm me down." I said to myself, I walked into my bedroom and laid out a set of clothes to wear. I walked into the bathroom and undressed, and I ran the warm water. I stood in the shower for 20 minutes, contemplating life. Then suddenly I could hear knocking, and then it stopped. I thought maybe I’m hearing things. I just rinsed my hair when I heard another knock so I got out quickly. I walked into my bedroom and put on clothes then walked downstairs. I opened my door and what I saw in front of my looked horrible.
 
The skies were so dirty and ashes were falling from the sky. The other apartments were burning and very few were burnt. What happened? My mind filled with many thoughts. I closed my door and locked it. I went into every single room and turned my lights off, I walked into my bedroom and sat in the dark, my heart filled with fear.
Suddenly, I could hear screams from outside and I peeked through my window. I saw people being pushed and hit by these tall men in black clothing. I continued to watch the poor people being tortured, and suddenly I see a man walking towards my apartment. Literally to my apartment. I closed the curtain and sat in the corner as quietly as possible. My knees were weakening, my heart was beating fast.
 
I heard knocks and more knocks. I sat there hopeless. I tried to remain as calm as much as I could but I could not. Not long after, I heard my front door being kicked down, a loud bang to the floor and I jumped at the movement. Every single light in my apartment turned on, and I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I held tight onto my knees, hoping he wouldn’t find me. Not a moment too soon, my bedroom door slammed open. There a man stood, staring right at me. He wore black jeans and a white and black stripped long sleeve shirt, he had black hair and held an axe in his left hand. I looked at him with fear, unsure whether to scream or try to get away. The thing is, I can’t move. I’m sitting here like I’m in a magnetic field. Alone, hopeless and scared. He walked up to me and smirked. He then grabbed me by my hair, I screamed, "Please leave me alone! I didn’t do anything wrong!" I cried. He only laughed and dragged me by my hair out of my house onto the street. I saw an old lady being thrown into the back of a van along with other people, crying and screaming, they were saying things like, "Father forgive me!" and looking up at the sky. The men in black laughed and said, "There is no father." Instead of throwing me into the van, the guy in the white and black shirt said, "Hey, I’ll be there in awhile, I’m going to take a walk with this cute one" and looked at me. The men then drove away in the distance and the man wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked.
 
"So, what’s your name?" said the man.
 
"Why should I tell you? I don’t even know you." I said, impolitely. "Ah...sassy girl." He breathed in, "Charlotte, isn’t it?", "H-How do you know my name?" I said, scared out of my mind. How the hell does he know my name? I have never met him before. "Well you see, I’ve known about you for awhile now. I’ve watched you, waited for you, now this day has come, you’re finally home." He said. "I'm home?!" I yelled, and released his grasp from my waist. What the hell does that mean?! He’s been watching me for awhile?! "Yes, your home darling" he said, continuing to walk. I was scared to try anything wrong, so I followed. "I can’t wait for all the things I could do to you...tie you up and do some nasty things? Nah maybe that’s a little harsh. I’ll save that for punishment." He said. I didn’t want to answer, so I kept quiet.
Then suddenly, he grabbed me by my neck, strangling me so bad I was about to pass out. He finally let go, I breathed in and out, coughing, ready to tear up.
"Listen to me Charlotte, you are mine and only mine from now on. You will do as I say and never disobey me. You will receive punishment, got it?" The man said angrily. Why is he talking to me like that? I’ve known him for not even an hour.
 
"Okay.." I whispered, in vain. After awhile, we were still walking, in silence, the man hadn’t apologized yet for nearly killing me two times. I feel so uneasy but what can I do, I can hope for the best but the thing is, there is not such hope. All of a sudden, we reached his home. This size of this place was like a mansion. The view from outside looked awful, like accidently seeing my aunt naked. Dirty, worn-out, and moldy. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and we walked in, still silent. As I walked in, I see the same people from earlier huddled up together crying silently as the men threatened them. I could see the redness and tears in their eyes, they looked so sad and so scared. I stood there, every now and then one of the five men would hit them, and they would all scream for each other, thinking, why can’t that be me? The men only laughed like it was fun. I wanted to cry for them but no tears would come out. I couldn’t watch any longer so I looked straight to the floor, wishing I wasn’t here. "Lord, my father, forgive me!" One of the women cried out on her knees, and then one of the men took her son out of her arms and dragged him into a room. The kid screamed ‘mommy’ so many times and his mom cried for him. I started to tear, anger raging inside me. What will happen to the boy? What will happen to his mom, how will they live without each other? My heart is aching for them.
I felt a hand grab my wrist and lead me to the stairs, I saw it was the man with the white and black sleeved shirt, so I followed him up and we went into a room, where it was a little quiet. We sat on the bed, in silence. I was still thinking of the people downstairs, feeling miserable because I couldn’t help them.
 
"Why are they doing that to those innocent people" I said softly. Trying not to tear up. "Don’t worry. They’ve done bad things and now they have to face the consequences" the man said. "What bad have they done?" I said, nervously, unsure if he was going to hit me or not. "I don’t know Char...Why don’t you get some sleep? You must have had a long day." The man said. "But you will leave me alone so those guys can hit me." I said. "I would never leave you. Trust me. Get some sleep." The man said soothingly, and so I did. I lay down and covered myself in blankets, I didn’t care where or what situation I was in, I just needed some sleep.
 
After a long time, I awoken, I sat up.
 
Oh shoot! I have my last exam today! Why do I feel sore? I thought.
 
I looked around me, why do things look the way they are, am I dreaming? Then I remembered...the boy and the lady, the five men, and that one who brought me here. Fear building back up. That wasn’t a dream? Is this real? I noticed I was only in my bra and underwear, what happened? Why do I feel so sore? I began to breathe unevenly, wanting to scream and cry. I looked at my stomach and there I noticed...a circle? A circle burnt into my skin on my lower stomach. It hurt so much. I sat in the same spot, frozen; only moving my head to look and find my clothes. I couldn’t see them anywhere. It was so quiet, I couldn’t hear those people crying, I couldn’t hear those men, I could only hear myself breathing uncontrollably. The man left, he lied to me, there was his shirt, but no sign of him. I wanted to get out while I still could. I looked around again, the windows were boarded shut and there was glass everywhere. The floors were awful and even the walls. It’s like visiting an abandoned building.
 
Suddenly, the light from the other side of the door turned on, at first it was very silent then bam...I hear the same men again, then I could hear another group of people being dragged in, crying, screaming, it was worse. The screaming was so loud as if they were yelling in my face. I covered my ears, sitting straight, wondering what to do, then suddenly the doorknob was being turned, I covered up my body, because I hadn’t gotten the time to find my clothes. The door opened and it was the same man, from earlier. "Hey, you’re awake," he sat down and smiled, "How do you feel?"
 
"I’m scared honestly. I’m scared, cold and sore." I said, on the verge to tear up. He laughed, "Don’t be afraid to show your body to me, I will be seeing your body often so get used to it." He said. That sent cold shivers down my spine; I covered my body even more. Not even a second later, his hand was on my neck, strangling me like earlier. What did I do? "Please don’t hurt me!" I said, crying uncontrollably. "I said don’t be afraid" he said. I nodded, my only way to beg him to let me go. After a minute or so, he finally let go. I started coughing and crying harder than ever. "Here’s your clothes..go put them on in the bathroom..and don’t cry anymore" He said while handing me my clothes, they looked like they were washed, I got up quickly and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and put my clothes aside. I was going to wash my face but the sink looked awful, there was dried blood on the sink, even on the walls, I wanted to vomit just looking at the site. I quickly put my clothes back on and wiped my tears, I straightened my hair using my hands. I looked at the burnt mark on my stomach and dabbed it a little with my shirt.
 
A stinging sensation ran through my body and I squealed a little, "Hey Charlotte! Are you okay? I’m waiting!" The guy yelled, I quickly put my shirt over the burnt mark and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, there I saw him lying on the bed looking at me. I looked down and awkwardly walked to the bed, sitting on the edge facing the wall. "Hey!" he whispered softly. I looked over at him, he patted the spot next to him, signalling me to sit next to him. I didn’t want to but I was afraid he would grab me by my neck again. I crawled across the bed and laid next to him. I looked up at the ceiling while he stared at me. This is probably the most uncomfortable situation ever. "I'm sorry.." He apologized, "I didn’t mean to hurt you..I just struggle to control my anger sometimes. I didn’t mean to hurt you or scare you at all." He said, wrapping his arm around me this time I didn’t give him a look of fear or annoyance, this time I really accepted him to hold me, although either way he would anyway. Why do I feel...safe? I’m growing these small feelings for him, when he hurts me. "It’s okay.." I whispered, his grip tightened a little, but I was still able to breathe. We laid there in silence, like nothing mattered in this incompatible world. "Can I ask you a question?" I said, nervously. "Sure, anything you like." He said. "What’s your name?" I asked, awkwardly. This whole time I only knew him as ‘The man’, I think I deserved an answer. He laughed quietly, "My name is John, John Matthews...or was once." said John. "Wow...what a nice name" I said. "Thanks" Said John. "John?" I said. "Yeah?" John said. "Why did you choose me?" I said. "You and I were predicted to be one 20 years ago." He spoke, "I’ve been waiting for this day...the day you would be mine, you can’t go back anymore. You will stay with me until old age." He said. What? Fear again building up. I twitched. "Don’t be afraid." He whispered comfortingly. I nodded my head. I tried not to think about what he said but I couldn’t help it...everything makes no sense. I don’t know anything. Suddenly I woke up and went to school...then everything I once had is gone.
 
At that moment, someone knocked on the door, I shot up quickly, afraid. John sat up, "Don’t be afraid, that’s my brother." He got off the bed, and opened the door. "Hey, you ready for our next group?" The man said. "Yeah, we’ll be down in awhile." John said. "Hurry up...don’t keep us waiting." The man said, but John shut the door. "You ready for your first job?" said John, looking at me. "What?" I said. "Come on, follow behind me." He said. I crawled across the bed and got up and we walked down together. I saw no one. No sight of the people but the men in black. I followed behind John into a big black van, the same van I saw the innocent people being thrown into. The other guys got in the other van and drove off, then John and I followed behind. "Who are those guys?" I said. "My brothers. They’re pretty harsh right?" John said. "Very harsh." I said, John only smiled. I wish I got strangle him like he did to me when I didn’t reply back to him. "Where are we going?" I said. "You’ll see," said John. We drove for about 10 minutes. There was no sight of people anywhere. The roads were so empty, the buildings were all vandalized, everything looked so wrong. We then got to this building... there were people outside. We got out of the van, and again the cries, the screams, the people, the third group, they want me to help them torture these people? I stood there, while John began to drag the people into the other van with his brothers. They were hitting these people over and over. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to hurt these people. "Charlotte! Help me!" John called out to me, I walked over to him and he made me throw this lady into the van. "Good job!" John smiled. I was on the verge to cry. "Hit this one!" John said, along with his brothers encouraging me to hit the little boy. I looked at the little boy and he looked back at me, with tears in his eyes. I couldn’t do that. "I can’t." I said. "Do it. Hit him" said John, angrily. "I can’t do it." I said. Suddenly, John hit the little boy and he screamed. "Don’t!" I cried out loud, crying hard as I could. "Why are you being like this?" said John, kicking me. I fell to the ground, I cried more and more. John kept screaming at me while his brothers hit the people. "Please..don’t!"  I said, trying to calm myself. "Hey guys, I’ll see you back at home" John said to his brothers, then he picked me up and threw me in the passenger seat and we drove back to his place. The whole drive was silent, you could only hear me trying to stop myself from crying. We finally reached his place, he got out quickly and walked over to my side, and he grabbed me by my wrist and leaded me to the room. I was afraid of what he was doing to do next. He opened the door and shut it quickly.
 
 "What was that?!" John yelled, still angry. "I couldn’t do it..I’m not like you!" I cried. "Well you have to be! You will be doing this for the rest of your life! Stop being afraid" John yelled. "What do you mean? I don’t know anything at all and you expect me to be okay with it?" I yelled back at him. "You still don’t know? Well do you want to know? You died! You died on May 13, 2024 in a car accident! I knew this was going to happen! This was predicted the moment you were born! You would die on May 13, 2024 is what was predicted 20 years ago on May 26, 2004. There is no such future for you! Your here now and you will never leave." John spoke out loudly, he was tearing up. I didn’t know what to say. I was in shock. "Don’t believe me?! Then take these sleeping pills and there you will dream how your death happened!" John yelled, "Here!" throwing a bottle of sleeping pills at me. I was unsure of what to do. I just took the pills and swallowed them. I laid down and John laid next to me, holding me and crying.
 
The announcements came on and Mr. Cornwell spoke out, "Hello, your mid-term exam results are now in. Please pick up your envelope at the front office, thank you." And then everyone jumped out of their seats and ran to the front office like kinder gardens student- my friends did the same. I just sat here alone and finished my apple; the waiting line would take quite awhile anyway.
 
Later came and I grabbed my books and everything else before I went to the front office so I wouldn’t have to come back, since the office is closer to the exit of UofT.
I walked down the not-so-empty halls, everyone looked a mix of happy and upset. I picked up my envelope, "Thank you." smiled. "No problem. Have a nice weekend." Mr Cornwell smiled back at me and waved as I walked out the door. "Hey! Char!" Matt called out. "Yeah?" I turned my back to face Matt. "What were your results?" Matt smiled. "I haven’t got to look yet. I’ll text you when I get home!" I said. "Oh! Come on! Why don’t you look at it before you leave?" Matt said. "Well, what if I received a bad mark and you made fun of me?" I laughed, "I’ll text you my result, okay?".
"I doubt it! I bet you got a 90% mark or even higher!" Matt said. I smiled, "Thank you!" I waved as I began to walk home. "Hey! Do you need me to walk you home?" Matt shouted. I kept on walking and smiled.
 
I took a few moments to reflect on the smile I hid from Matt.
 
You’re smiling, but is everything actually there? You’re smiling, but are you really smiling because your happy? There are things that cannot be done the way you want, you smiling won’t make a difference to whether you’re happy or not, so give it your best and smile. Don’t smile because you’re not happy, don’t smile like it’s fake, smile because you are doing what’s right and if nobody see’s your commitment, then move on and find people who see you for who you are. There is where your happiness will lie.
 
My usual mind-on, world-off moments when I just listen to what my hearts saying, well I don’t hear my heart speaking, but what I feel like, I hear in my mind.
 
I continued walking when suddenly, I could hear a car horn, trying to get me to move, I turned my head to see the car drive right into me.
 
Suddenly, I am at the hospital, am I still alive? I turned my head to see my body lying on hospital bed, in the ICU on life support. I covered my mouth with my hands; I’m so bruised up, so many casts. At that moment, the door knob twisted the doctor and mom walked in. Mom! I ran up to her and hugged her. "Mom, why are you crying? I’m okay." I said to her. She didn’t look at me, she was talking with the doctor. "Mom?" I said, no answer. "Mom!" I yelled again and again. I turned to the doctor, "Doctor, why can’t she hear me?" No reply from the doctor too. Nobody can hear me, or see me. What am I? I turned my head, facing my crimpled body lying on the bed. "Wake up!" I yelled, crying. No use. I listened into my mom and the doctor’s conversation. "Mr. Rose, I’m sorry but we’ve done the best we can and we can’t help your daughter no longer, I’m afraid we will have to pull the cord." said the doctor, so straightforward. Mom started crying. "My baby! My baby!" Mom cried.

 
I woke up, tears in my eyes, John was still beside me, fast asleep. So I did die right? I never got to see my mid-term results, or my unborn niece be born. I never got to see if I became a writer or not, I mean, what am I saying? There was no such future planned. My death date was May 13, 2024.
 
I laid there, still in shock about everything. I feel like a ghost. So useless. I will be living up to John’s expectations for the rest of my life. That sounds scary. I looked at John, still fast asleep, no movement at all. I listened only to hear silence, this is my change to get away I thought. I sat up quietly and looked at John, he didn’t hear me so I got off the bed and tippy-toed across the room, I looked back at John, he was still sleeping. I opened the door quietly and tip toed down the stairs quietly, his brothers must have went on another group hunt since they are not here. I quietly opened the door and walked out.
 
I’m free! Well for now anyway. I ran as fast as I could, I ran anywhere, as long as I was away from John. I saw this little place to hide so I ran to it, and I peeked in. Wow it looks so peaceful. I admired the view until this old lady popped out of nowhere. I screamed. "Be quiet!" The lady whispered and brought me in.
"What are you doing?" The old lady said. "I just need a place to hide." I said. "From whom?" The lady asked, curiously. "This guy named John" I said, nervously. The lady looked at me in shock. "Are you...Charlotte?" The lady said. "How did you know?" I said, how does she know my name too? I’m scared, she quickly got up and sat next to me, "Your John’s first wife, he has been waiting for you for 20 years, I never believed the predictions until now. You’re finally here" said the old lady. "John’s first wife?" I asked. "Yes, what are you doing out here when you should be with him?" The lady said.
 
At that moment, I heard yelling from outside, "Charlotte! You think you can hide from me?" I heard John yell. "He’s here." I said with fear. "You must go now! Remember, there is no way out, you are stuck here forever." The old lady said. Suddenly, the door slammed open, both the lady and I looked to see John and his brothers. "What do you think you’re doing?!" said John. His brothers then grabbed the old lady and threw her out in the van, I began to cry. This is my fault. If I didn’t come here, she would still be free! I got on my knees and begged, "John...John...Please let her be!" I cried.
"You really think I’m going to do that after what you’ve done to me? I tried to be nice but I guess you want things done in a different way!" John yelled. I cried, it was no use. I should have listened when he said to always obey him!
 
I remember what the old lady said, she said that I’m stuck here forever, there is no way out.
 
I went down with my mother to her friend’s daughter’s funeral today. I think her name was Charlotte. I saw her many times before but I never spoke with her. I feel very bad for her parents and other family members. She was so young. "I think that girl received her mid-terms that day too...wow I can’t imagine what her family’s going through." said Mom. "Really?! Did she see get to see her results before she passed?" I said. "No, they said her envelope never opened. Poor girl. Never got to know whether she was going to make it big or not." Said Mom. "Did they open the envelope?" I said. "No Savannah. They put her envelope in her casket before they laid her to rest." said Mom. "Aw." I said to myself.
 
We sat in the kitchen for quite some time before I went home. I still feel bad for the girl. I picked up my bag, "Well mom, I’m going home now! I’ll see you tomorrow!" I said, ready to walked out the door. "Okay sweetie! See you tomorrow!" Mom called out. I walked out of the driveway and began walking down the street. 
 
Yeah my name is Savannah. I'm a junior at Newtonbrook Secondary School, we finished our mid-terms last week, and so far so good for me. I passed all my classes! Semester 2 started this week and I have not adjusted well to liking my new classes. Well, I guess this is what I get for choosing the academic course. The only thing I can do is hope for the best so that I can go straight to University when I receive my high school diploma. I'm in the basketball team at my school; we have a tournament with other schools in Ontario at the end of the month, so we've been practicing a lot. Last year we placed 3rd in the tournament, so my team's aiming for silver or gold. I live with my grandma, only because she lives closer to my school. I'm still in good touch with my mother; she takes me out for dinner and shopping often. My brother lives with my father in Thunder Bay, he will start grade 9 this fall. It's pretty crazy when you only have one sibling, you never want them to grow up, but they eventually do and they become mature so fast. My mom and dad split long ago, I was 8 years old at the time, my brother was only a baby, I still never found out why they divorced. I guess they just fell out of love with each other. My brother moved out to live with my dad over a year ago, he likes being somewhere that isn't too big like Toronto, although Thunder Bay is kind of big too. 
 
I continued walking down street, I knew where I was going because I had followed this route many times, but the walk was always so long. After awhile, I was far from moms when suddenly this big van pulled up beside me.
 
"Hey there girl, why don’t you come for a ride with us?" The old man whom I never met before said to me. "No thank you." I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, then I began to walk. "Come on, we’re not bad guys." The man shouted. Some other dude in the driver’s seat got out and started walking toward me, the other man followed in the van behind. I began to speed walk, my house was still more than a few blocks away and it was midnight. What if I don’t make it home? I thought. My brain scattered with many mixed thoughts. I have to make it home. I looked behind, the man was still following, and he got closer. My heart was beating and my legs trembled more as I tried to run. "No! Please leave me alone!" I said as I fell on the sidewalk, I tried to move, but I could not. 
 
I gave up on trying to get away, there was no use. I stared at the cold night sky, looking at the moon and the foggy landscape. 
 
My visions getting blurry and everything's turning black, what's happening? 
 
I hear footsteps and not even a moment later, I see the man looking over me, he grinned, "It's time to come home, Savannah." 
 

The end


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