Taken|Michael|part one
This was written for Casey_Kelly13 it will be written in first person using her name. If you would like one of these please Dm me and i will respond as soon as i can.
Michael (Age 15)
I was an idiot being out that late. I should have followed my curfew that was set but i dint want to upset my friends or disappoint my crush. So i stayed with them at the park sitting in a circle playing dares. which resulted in shouting like idiots and a few kisses between friends being shared. However now i was left alone walking through dark streets towards the scary movie place called home.
However the fear began to form in me as i walked i could feel a presence behind me watching my every step. As i walked forward i saw a shadow behind mine i grabbed my phone from my pocket and began to dial Michael's number once the green button was pressed,two arms wrapped around me dragging me backwards. I tried to escape my body moving form side to side. One hand clamped around my mouth trying to stop my cries. I bit down on the hand becoming terrified that i wouldn't escape. The figure used the other hand to punch me to the floor. I cried out in pain as i fell to the floor my hand dropping the phone. The figure kicked my trembling form making me weaker with each second. The arms lifted me from the ground putting a cloth over my mouth making the darkness consume my eyes without my control. Before it took out completely i shouted out the name of the person i hoped would fix it "Michael!"
Michael's pov
I was sat with my parents waiting for her to arrive she hadn't turned up in hours. We worried to say the least my father gripped onto his car keys too scared to let her be out this late alone however my mother was reluctant saying "Just wait,she'll be back soon". As the seconds past the anxiety grew in me terrified she wouldn't return. My thoughts were covered by the sound of my phone i looked over to see that she was calling me. " Casey! where are you? were all worried sick." i basically screamed out. however there was no answer just the sound of the tears of my sister she was screaming saying "Please stop help!' in a split second the sound of the phone hitting the floor sends fear down my spine. In one last movement one last cry of my sister sounded her calling my name. Then the sound flatlined.