Door 4- chapter 5

I felt his dagger creep up my back and then dissapear off my body. I got bad goosebumps. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. Questions were racing through my mind. "Why did he kill my grandfather? Do my parents know?" I asked myself those questions over and over again. Confusing thoughts were racing through my mind. I was too startled to ask Mark any questions. I forgot I was even blindfolded and tied to a chair.


"Why did you kill him?" I spit out those words and was surprised they came out correct.


"He was dishonest and rude. I desperately needed money so I came up with new designs for his software. I showed your grandfather and he stole my ideas and got all the money and credit. so I killed him.


"I don't believe you. You were his favorite employee and he wouldn't do such a thing!" I shouted


" Be quiet!" He yelled


I felt his dagger poke my forehead.


"Untie me!" I shouted back. I squirmed around in my chair. Marks cold hands rubbed up against my back as he untied the rope. I stood up and ripped off the blindfold. No one was in the room. I turned around many times looking for Mark but he wasn't in the room. I walked over to a queen size bed and sat down. Suddenly, something cuffed around my ankle and pulled me down. I fell to the ground on my knees. Mark crawled out from under the bed and climbed on top of me. He raised his dagger above his head, ready to stab me. I turned my head sideways and reached for a pillow that fell off the bed when he pulled me off. I shoved the pillow in his face and he dropped the dagger. I got a burst of adrenalin and forced him off of me. He raced to get his dagger. I wanted to get the dagger before him but he was too fast so I bolted out the door. There were so many doors I didn't know which one was the exit. I ran into the one farthest away from him. I locked it tight behind me. While trying to catch my breath, I looked around the room and saw a window. It looked big enough for me to fit through. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks when I looked out the window and saw about 20 police cars and swat teams surrounding the house. I quickly opened the window and yelled "Help! I'm up here!" I waved my arms around and screamed at the top of my lungs. A cop looked up at me and yelled "Don't worry! We're coming into get you! You're going to be okay!"


To be continued

Friends

ugh right now i hate friends
They ditch you,
talk about you behind your back,
and insult you to your face when they promise they're just kidding!
They also hit you
and then laugh
it's annoying!!!!
it might just be my friends that do this
maybe i just need space away from them
I don't know

Smudge

I pet her soft fur
I kneaded my hands into her stomach
I felt a bump
She had a tumor

I took her to the vet
She had cancer
They had to put her to sleep

I cried all night holding her picture
When i tried to sleep, I could feel her
curled up around my legs

I put the picture down
and picked up her ashes
They were in a small wooden box
I cried even more

I have to stay strong
There were other pets to buy
But i will miss her...
She was the best cat
She was my smudge

Door 4- chapter 4

The pain from my bleeding arm was horrendous, but that didn't matter. I was too focused on where he was going to take me. "What do you want?" I screamed to Mark. He didn't reply.

We pulled up to a house that badly needed attention. Shutters were missing, a porch swing hung by one chain scraping up against the wooden porch in need of paint. Mark parked his van up against the curb, quickly got out, and ran around to my side of the van and opened the door. "Let's go" he said. I refused to move. "Come out." Mark ordered. He grabbed my arm but i pulled away. He was getting impatient with me. He put his two hands on my arm and pulled me. I lost my balance and I fell out of the van. "Get up," he said flatly. I remembered his dagger and did what he ordered.

The inside of his house was just as bad as the outside. The living room was full of dark colors. The floors were crooked and there was a long, pitch black hallway leading to the kitchen. I wanted to run up the wooden stairs next to the kitchen but i thought i should cool down for a little bit."Sit" Mark shoved me onto a moss green sofa. I refuse to make eye contact with him so i turned my head and starred at a black table nearby the sofa. I reached for a pair of glasses on the table and examined them.

"These are my grandfathers glasses. Why do you have them?" I trembled.

"Those aren't your grandfathers."

"Yes they are! I remember he has his initials engraved in them and i see his initials right here." He didn't respond.

I slammed my fist on the side of the couch. "Why do you have them!" I yelled.

Mark walked out of the room to the kitchen. I was furious. I ran to the door and shook the handle. It was locked. I couldn't think so I ran up the wooden stairs into a pitch black room. I leaned my head up against the door and caught my breath. "Vanessa? Where are you!". I heard footsteps. I put all my weight on the door so he couldn't come in. The footsteps suddenly stopped. I bent down on my knees and cracked the door open to look out. Our eyes met. "Ahhh!" Mark pushed the door towards me and it hit my head. I was knocked out cold.

I woke up tied to a chair. I couldn't see a thing. "Mark, I know you're there." There was no reply. "Why do you have my grandfathers glasses?" I asked. I could feel him breathing on my neck. He ran his dagger up my arm till it got to my face. " I killed you're grandfather Vanessa."

To be Continued

Door 4- chapter 3

  All I could do was stare. My heart raced. “Get in the van.” He ordered me. I couldn’t move. “I said, get in the van.” He moved closer and stood next to me. I could feel his breath. Worse, I could feel the dagger poking my side. A green car slowed and its curious driver looked at us and then drove on.  He shoved his dagger in his pocket. “I put the dagger away. I won’t hurt you,” he grunted through clenched teeth. He rested his hand on my limp arm, slowly moving his hand down to my hand. His hands felt like icicles. They felt like the hands of a killer. We walked the few feet to the van.  “Come on, get in the car.” He said. I started to get anxious. My mind was racing. I put all my weight on his arm and just fell. His grip loosened and I sprinted away. I was crying so it was difficult to see. Everything was blurry. 

       My heart felt like it was outside my chest. I was unable think, to process what was happening.  I hid behind a big tree. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a tissue to wipe my eyes. I peered around the tree to see if he was there. I saw no sight of him or the van. I let out a sigh and leaned against the tree, grateful for the support. I started  for home. Suddenly I felt something on my shoulder. I was too scared to look so I simply stopped moving. I forced myself to turn around and saw the murderer right before me. “Why are you running from me?” he asked. “Don’t you recognize me? I used to work for your grandpa.”

 

       “What?” I said. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed a bloodied picture of him standing next to my grandpa. “Oh my god… you’re Mark.” I said to him. “You got it, Vanessa. Now get in the van!” He pulled a black bag out of his jacket and placed it over my head. I tried getting away but his grip was too strong. He shoved me inside through the side door. I immediately took off the bag. He was driving too fast for me to consider jumping out of the van. We drove by my school. Through the side van windows, I saw Carry and Allison walking in the bus lane. I pounded on the window and they looked at me. Carry dropped her books and gasped. “Help!” I yelled. I didn't know if they could hear me, but I know they saw me. Mark pulled out his knife and slashed at my arm. Blood saturated my sleeve. My arm was burning.  “You’re not going to escape,” he told me. I started crying again and waited to see where he was going to take me.


To be continued

school starting earlier?

this is a proposal

i think that school should start earlier.. like half an hour earlier or an hour earlier. I know that everyone wants to sleep in but wouldn't you like more time in the afternoon to hang out with friends and do sports? I get home at like 6 every night because we have to pick my brother up and my mom has work so i don't have much time after school to do anything. i have to do homework, shower, and eat dinner and i am so exhausted! i need time to relax. so thats why im proposing this. I had to quit my soccer team because i don't have any time. does anyone have problems like this? I would appreciate it if you would comment your opinion and give me reasons on why or why not you think school should start earlier. thanks!