STOLEN LIFE

STOLEN LIFE

What would you do if you were kidnapped?

She heard the sirens that night. They blared past her down the street as she walked to her car in  the parking lot. Catherine had just finished work, thank goodness she thought.

She couldn't stand another presentation from Barry, the UBER boss, who astoundingly has bad coffee breath. Especially when he hovered over her, asserting his wealth, power and coffee odour all over her. It was enough to make her want to curl into a ball and dipurse into an oblivion. She couldn’t wait to meet her friends at the local Starbucks.

She approached the parking lot, where her car was securly parked. She saw a villainous looking man across the street. He smiled while breathing out his cigarette smoke. He had tattoos on his rugged face. They ran up his rough, bold head. He looked criminal like and very vicious.

Catherine ran into the parking lot and immediately ran straight to her car. She took out her keys from the dark, sticky depths of her bag and jingled in the doors lock until they let her in.

She pounced into the drivers seat and almost broke the key starting the ignition, after turning it so impatiantly. However the noise of the cars frustration as she was anxiously turning the ignition lured the weirdo over to her.

The man approached the back of her car. He all of a sudden dropped to the floor, she was petrified when this happened. She didn’t know what to do. Questions were shoved to the back of her cog that engines the wheel to create power for her brain to make a decision like this, one thing was certain: she knew she had to get out of here.

The man rose up to her level on her side of the driver's seat. She screamed so loud the windows around her car should have showed signs of cracking.

He punched his way through the window. She was still screaming as he grabbed her. His bloodied hand clenched on her new Gucci jumper, almost reaching to her collar. His blood stained the edge of my chin as he dragged her through the hole that was once a clean window. He through her to the floor, she hit her head on the concrete. She was completely swamped with a numbness that spread around her body. She was falling unconscious.

As her eyelids shut inevitably. She saw his face crowding over her, he was the ultimate tyrant, more vile and horrific than any murderer or abuser.

He put his arms around her and picked her up. His rough hands grazed her back and dug their way into her spinal column.

She felt little pain as he placed her gently on a soft floor. She couldn’t see but the atmosphere around to her felt extremely claustrophobic. Catherine realised she was in the trunk of her car, she recognised the smell. It was her perfume the smell of the new Victoria Beckham fragrance, extremely overpowering. She knew she should have not bought that cheap trash.

As Catherine lay in the trunk, she fell into an unconscious state. She saw her parents looking down at her, shaking their heads from side to side. They looked disappointed. She felt disclaimed and hurt. Its like they were mad at her or rejecting her, Catrherine couldn’t bear it.

The on looking rage of her parents was made even deadlier, more and more people crowded over her. Their mad karmic energy washed over Catherine and made her feel even more petrified than she already was.

The car hit a rough patch in the road. It shook her up. Catherine's eyes opened and she started to panic even more.

She tried to move around, but she felt as if the seclusion of the space around her was clamping her in. She was now no longer numb. However she was bleeding from the top left of her head.

The dark nothingness Catherine was looking into freaked her out to the depth of my soul. Is this what it would be like to be dead? Staring at an empty, black nothingness until the end of time. She had to try and break free, she couldn’t bear to look at the nothingness anymore. These thought's circulated around her head.

She was going crazy, the thoughts in her head were that she was going to die. "I was going to die. I wasn’t going to die. Would it be painful. Its going to hurt me so much, more painful and horrid than smelling saliva induced coffee from a forty- five year old boss of mine".

The trunk opened and a light shone down at her. It was a street light behind that vile creature who stood in front of her.

Once again his hands met Catherine's back in a bump and grind situation that left her with scratches all over her back. Catherine could feel the scratches rubbing with her jumper everytime she moved. He lifted her and just dumped her on the side of the road. He had driven her to a quiet country road. Catherine thought she must have been out a while because that last thing she remembered was being in a parking lot in Chicago. Now she was in Nevada. On a damn country road.

He walked toward her. Catherine saw him rip a cloth from his back pocket. He was vile, too vile for understanding. 

As he finished wrapping the dirty, damp, diseased infested cloth around Catherine's delicate mouth, he lifted her back up and through her back in the trunk.

She hurt her left elbow as he through her with no care at all. He shut the trunk again and Catherine yelped in pain and anger. she tried to say, "please", while saying, "LET ME OUT YOU BEAST". Her feelings had to be known. He had to know the pain he was putting Catherine through. He had to know he was not human and that he was a hellish creature not of this world.

The crazed streak Catherine had earlier was coming back to her. "If he was going to kill me, why cant he do it now and spare me the agony of a impossible recovery, mentally and physically. I hated him so much, that he could put a human being through this was unimaginable". Her feelings were ready to burst.

The car began to swerve from side to side, but then a sudden stop forced Catherine's face into the side of the trunk. She heard car doors banging, Catherine heard her car door bang and footsteps which came quicker like someone was running. But then a gunshot was fired. Catherine heard plenty of yelling and a choking sound of a scream.

She kept her cool and hoped for the best, yet the scream she heard sounded like the man who had taken her life. Like what she imagined he would sound like if he was in her position.

Footsteps grew closer and closer to her claustrophobic surrounding.

The trunk door opened, Catherine screamed, the cloth fell from her mouth to around my neck. She screamed louder. But as Catherine looked up at the man stood in front of her. Street lights made him seem heavenly. Catherine heard sirens blare out, and run through her ear holes. It took Catherine by surprise. As the man spoke, “Don’t worry were here to help miss. Are you ok”. All Catherine could think of saying was, “Thank you”.

BY SCOTT COBURN