Was It All Just A Bad Dream?

• Charlotte Dougherty, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2016

The chain tightens around my rib cage. My breathing becomes heavier every time my heart beats. I lift my head to see a young figure racing towards me and my head drops!
I wake to the sound of computer clicks, the chain still around me. A large object is heading my way. I am hanging way above my liking.
I fling my arms towards the large wrecking ball, my hands hit it and my arms drop, hitting my sides. It’s getting closer and closer and when it’s just centimetres away, I duck and fall out of the chain into icy cold water. I wade quickly towards the metal floor.
A large man is like an electric shock heading towards me. I fling my entire body out of the small room. I get away in just enough time, missing his hand gripping my arm.
I turn up a few kilometres away, after about 2 hours. I can’t believe just bumping into the wrong person can get you kidnapped.
I wake up with sun coming into my bedroom window and it feels like I have had a bad, very bad dream, but I just can’t be sure...