Kidnapped

• Jamieson May, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2017

I awoke in a dark room, unaware of where I was or what time it was. The last thing I remember was going to the park with my sister and her boyfriend and seeing them being shot by a random man. I felt around for a phone or any source of light. Luckily my phone was in my pocket. The kidnapper hadn’t taken it yet. I opened up Google Maps on low brightness, so the kidnapper wouldn’t see it. I would need it to call mum to tell her that I was in a dark room, no idea where I was. I gaped at my phone in awe. It says I’m on the other side of Australia, an abandoned town in Victoria. How long was I out for? I suddenly heard footsteps.

The door slowly creaked open, revealing a man that looked like he was in his late forties. I quickly shoved my phone into my pocket. The strange figure luckily hadn’t noticed that my phone was fully charged and in my pocket. He cackled, in a raspy voice “How are you young Alexis? I bought you a drink.” He handed me a chilled glass of water and slowly turned and strutted away. Luckily I had painted my nails, earlier that week, with a nail polish that would easily tell me if my drink was spiked by turning black. I dipped my nails into the water and suddenly they had turned a rather charcoal like black. I placed the glass on the floor. I wouldn’t drink that at all! He had obviously seen me place the drink on the ground and decided to observe why I hadn’t drunk it. He questioned me “Why are you not drinking the water? I would’ve thought that the 48 hour drive would have made you thirsty.” I simply replied with a smarty pants question. I just replied with “Why don’t you drink it then, huh? I won’t unless you drink it first!” He smiled in an inhumane manner and grabbed the glass of water. I thought to myself “There is no way he is human. That smile is way too inhumane.” He chugged the glass of water in a quick gulp. He would soon be asleep. There is no way he could stay awake now. The sleeping pills I dissolved in there were too strong. He started to doze off into a deep sleep. This was my chance. I stole the key off him and opened the door.

After running about one kilometre I stopped and called mum. She picked up rather quickly. She had definitely been crying, you could hear it in her weak, quivering voice. “Hello? Alexis?” I quickly answered, “Yes mum. I was kidnapped by some random person with the most inhumane smile I could imagine. He took me to Endeavour Hills, Victoria. I drugged him and made a run for it.” After a short chat mum had come to save me from the hell-hole I had been taken to.