I stirred up and found myself in a dark place. Or maybe it seemed dark because I was blindfolded. And tied up. I could hear loud noises. Of a vehicle perhaps. I tried to recall how I ended up here…
I was at my aunt's place, babysitting my cousins. That's when I saw the news- about a person who ran away from a mental hospital. A psychopath, as a person who gets scared easily, I locked all the doors and windows and tried my best to double the security.
After I finally sat down to relax, I heard a noise. Thinking it must've been one of my cousins who woke up, I went to check. I soon realized it wasn't my cousin. The noise was coming from the attic. That's when it hit me. I didn't close the attic room. My breath hitched as I backed away, trying to convince myself this was a dream. But the person in front of me dressed in all black was actually there. He had a machete and a rope in his hands and was wearing a balaclava. The next thing I knew, I was being tied up and loaded in a truck.
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Most probably I was drugged because I am not the one to sleep for long hours, the reason I woke up was that I could feel myself getting wet and partly owing to the continuous thunderclap. I wanted to cry but I didn't have any energy to and nor could I find my voice. I felt my surroundings and realized that we were on a boat. I could also make out that the psychopath was not a veteran sailor due to the frequent cursing that took place. I felt my feet getting wet. Wild thoughts ran through my mind along with a sense of panic. Preparing for the worst, I suspected that the boat was sinking. The water had reached my ankles. The kidnapper yelled certain things but I couldn't hear anything properly. I was now certain that the boat was sinking.
Then it happened, the boat suddenly overturned. I tried to resist, the ropes and the blindfold let loose. It was no use now. There was no escape. I stopped struggling and let myself sink, closed my eyes and let fate play out.