It's cold. Dark. The clouds are rumbling. I stand here as a single rain drop hits my forehead while I'm looking at the sky. It's a beautiful night. Many starts. I would probably be outside in the back yard with my brother and his friends starting a fire right now. Had everything been normal. But it's not. Not anymore. Instead of having fun I'm standing here with a shovel in my hand wondering if I stopped feeling anything at all. If I'm just numb from everything. Or if I'm just trying to play strong. Pretend nothing bothers me and pretending to be strong so they won't hurt me. So I wont be the body in the 6 foot hole I just dug. What would they do? Would they torture and kill me like they did with him. He looks so at peace. Just laying there. With out a worry. He did worry though. He was scared. I don't think I've ever seen a man that scared in my life. I can still hear his screams. And the laughing. As they watch him bleed out. As he tried to crawl away. Screaming he had a family. "Please don't kill me." He cried. That's what they all say. It didn't work for them. It won't work for me. It never works. Are they going to torture me? Or maybe have me dig my grave. Just to laugh as they watch me knowing that with each pile of dirt I scrap up I'm getting closer to being buried alive. Maybe they will make it fast. Shoot me in the head. Snap my neck. Maybe. They won't. That's not who they are. They love the rush. The thrill. The blood. You can practically see there eyes turn red. There fangs show. There voices so sweet yet chilling and dangerous. Making it 100 times more terrifying. I look down the dirt pathway we came down. There's is nothing around and all you can hear is the breeze hits the trees. Maybe I should run? Could I out run them? Or at least get far enough away before they notice? I'm fast. At least I think I am. But they are fast to. One wrong move and…..
"Yo, M. Come over here." I snap my head over looking at the person who called me. JJ. Or at least that's what I call him. His real name is jack. But I gave him a nick name. As he did me. M. Me and him were childhood friends. But then his mom died and him and his dad moved away. He was the nicest person I ever met. Like I've never seen him mad. Ever. He saved me that day. When I was about to die. I was so scared. I didn't show it though. Not until he showed up. When he was debating with them weather to kill me then. I wanted to speak. Beg him to help me. Save me. But I couldn't. Granted I had tape over my mouth but I could have made some noise. When he came over to me. And told me I needed to trust him and listen to what he says. I wanted to break. A few tears fell from my eyes. But I didn't cry.
"Mattie." He says again snapping me out of my thoughts. I pick up the green shovel.
"Coming." I say. I walk over to the hole in the ground with a half covered body inside. "Where are they going?" I gesture to the two guys walking away. The ones that took me. I haven't learned there names yet.
"They are going back to the car. We will finish and meet them there." JJ explains and I nod. I start digging and all I can think about is how I ended up here. How in just a few seconds my life was changed forever. How I was faced with death and survived. How I am now a pet. To a wanted killer.