Escape Plan

The room that I am trapped in is bare and cold. The door is bolted and my throat is hoarse from shouting for help. No one is coming to rescue me. If I am to escape, I am going to have to do it myself. I have to have a plan, or I will never get out of here. I lay on the freezing concrete floor and start to think of an escape plan.

I wonder what time it is, what day of the week. I start eating the small amount of food given to me, as I watch ants walk on my dark hands. I envy those ants, how lucky they are to be together. What will they do to me? As I am thinking, the door opens and a masked man appears. He grabs my arm, and shoves me out of the room. I am resisting his tight grip; I notice his veins appearing through his arms and forehead indicating his blood is boiling with fury. I agitate him. He places in front of a camera. I’m confused. There is a women with him, she cuts my hair, so that I wouldn't be noticed by the police. I start to cry, I can’t help it. He takes the picture, and uploads it to a website. I squint my eyes to see the name of the website but it’s not clear. I can see him get infury. I think it’s because no one responded to the picture. Until I hear him say, “sold!” I start to paint, what does that mean? “What does sold mean?” He looks at me and smiles. I start to scream again, “ Help, Help!” He places a duck tape on my mouth, and walks me outside the house, he then places me in the trunk of his car. I start to cry and bang the roof of the trunk with my feet. He is playing loud music, so people can’t hear me scream. That’s it I think. I am going to die, and I’m never going to see another sunlight and I never said goodbye.

As I lay here, I can feel something under me, It’s a paint brush. I have an epiphany. I start poking the trailer light of the car, I quickly put my arm out, and start to wave. A woman sees me and calls the police, I get rescued. The relief