Stories Of Rescue

Contains: Violence such as gun, knife,etc. Also Contains: Being held captive.

“911, What your emergency?” “There is a serial killer at my house.”

“Remain calm, tell us your home address.” “It’s Becky 1987, that my home address. The killer isn’t going until I’ve been dead.” “Your street address, mam?”

“It I-n-n Mansion.” “Stay on the line mam, we’re coming soon.”

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Where an object to bolster me? Held me up tight, please any object I can use. I keep on paddling up and down with my hands. It wasn’t enough, it grew weaker and weaker. What was I thinking going down there by myself? My eyes had closed and I fell. The only voice I heard was “We need backup. Call an ambulance.”

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“911, What your emergency?” “There a fire burning down the building. I’m stuck in here with some others people .” “What the home address?” “Berryhuck 5987, Mill Street.”

“We be right there quick.” “In the meantime, grab a fire extinguisher if it near you.”

“On it, sir.”

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“Oh, come whenever you are.” The killer had sang. It was a sweet enchanted voice, but I must remember the killer is someone who wouldn’t show remorse, at least this killer wouldn’t. The police was taking so long, good thing this killer likes games. Perhaps he would give me a heads start, but I must remember it still a killer. “Found you.”

***

I held my palm upon my hands, burning smoke was coming out. The firefighters had arrived they’ve used the hose to extinguished the fire. But we weren’t just safe. We were still on the building, and the firefighters hasn’t been reached there, yet. A boy fainted next to me, finally they have arrived.

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“Wel-l.” I stutter. “Maybe we can play a game?” The killer smug, “A game you say? Well I haven’t had fun for a while.” “So…is that a yes or no?” “Lucky for you, I love game. I’m counting to 10 and once I found you. You are dead meat.”

“10…9…8..” As the killer counting to count, I head toward the front door unlocking it, I can still hear the counting continuing. “4…3…2…”

Thank goodness the siren were on, now I know the police is near. I ran toward the police, but not before I get stab in the back. Weak in my knees, I heard a gun shot. My eye had been closed and finally I woke up in a hospital’s bed next to a boy.

***

“School Shooting…” I whisper. The thoughts in my head terrified me. Some students were already dead. They were screaming, afraid what going happen to them. The police were called and so was the ambulance. I stay hidden with the rest of the classmates. Maybe I be dead… or not.

A certain knock…knew it. We going to be dead. “Come out kids.” We are so dead hopefully the shooter makes this painless.

***

My boyfriend had abandoned me. Buried me alive. How much I can despite him, right now. I’m hoping that someone would eventually find me. So I’m praying that God would sent someone to rescue me. Hoping they have found me in time, rather than seeing a dead woman. It getting hot in here. Oh, please send someone to save me, God.

***

I open my eye and saw a police officer standing there. I thought I was going die. We were saved, looking outside the school shooter was arrested. The body was brought to the ambulance, before they can declare them dead. May those people rest well, in their new home.

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I’m holding on to the rooftop, watching my rival stood in front of me. I’m begging her to save me. She held my hand tight and pull me up. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I was afraid I would feel guilty after your death.” After, that we parts ways.

***

Knock Knock. I knock on the coffin. A voice of a man heard me, he opened off the coffin, and thanks to him I was able to feel fresh air, again. Thank you, God for saving me.

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Writing this story, I felt relived and rescue. Hoping a hero would come and rescue me, but I must’t let delusional feeds on me. After, all the kidnapper was the kind that will never let me go. His friends were nice, tho. I don’t understand why he is so harsh on me. I don’t know if his place is better or worse at my home. My brother’s wouldn’t care for me, he most likely drunk on home. At least he isn’t throwing drinking bottles, it hurts a lot. Writing these makes me feel rescue comfortable. My kidnapper brought food for me to grow in strength, he didn’t let me out, but was kind enough to let me stay alive. I do hope for a rescue plan, but I wouldn’t try to escape. If there is a hope that light should be there. Sometimes his friends would come and play chess with me. It was really fun!

Cleary, I’m still trapped here, his friends haven’t call the police for me. Which upset me very much. Writing down stories were fun, even the kidnapper like it which is weird, I believe it for another reason. I must admit although it isn’t much in the basement, it was well clean and beautiful. You- I mean I even get to play bored games with them. I wonder why they kept me there. I mean… why not let me go? Or used me for money? Surly they should let me go soon.

I count the days as it passed. 40 Days and 39 Nights I’m trap in here. I want to go home. The kidnapper passed away, so did his friends at the same time. I’m starving for food that I hadn’t ate. I couldn’t about the door, I tried earlier. It lock. It lock even when I kick it down, even with a punch it hard. It doesn’t budge an inch. I could still smell the rotten bodys in there. Someone is sure to call the police any minute now.

I left my notebook and wrote a quick a message, Sometimes you just can’t be rescue…

Hopefully they’ll read the stories I wrote. Before my eyes were closed, I heard “Did anyone else see that?” I assumed they were talking about the dead body. Finally I’m resting in peace.