As I walked down a dark alleyway, I felt a tingle down my spine. I knew something was off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly, a tall black figure leaped from its cloak in the shadows. It grabbed me with its big gloved hand around the neck. I started to struggle to breathe, I thrashed to try to get out of its inescapable grip. Suddenly, everything went black. Then, I hear sirens screeching closer. Trying to snap out of the paralysis my eyes open for a split second. An unfamiliar voice repeated that I would be Okay. I woke up multiple times in multiple locations.
I woke up facing a dingy tile ceiling. Struggling to take every breath I could, I tried to yell but couldn't. I had a foreign object down my throat. Panicked I started to thrash, not knowing where I was or how I got there. A searing pain shot up my arm originating in my hand. A flash of a movie scene came to me, It felt like it had actually happened to me. A repetitive voice kept in my head saying the same thing you're OK. People that looked vaguely familiar ran into the room at full speed. I had one thought, I needed to get my hands free. I kept thrashing as an alarm sounded. Another searing pain shot through my arm. I felt a stab like a needle felt in my arm. Suddenly my heart slowed, I felt an odd sensation I stopped thrashing and fell asleep. Even though I had just woke up, I felt like my eyelashes were made of a thousand bricks.
Even when I was asleep, the movie was still in my head. I notice the face of the guy was scared and one of his eyes was glass. I couldn't help but think the movie detail was odd. The scar was from a knife, the scar went down his neck. He had a small nose, a big eye. He was tall, maybe 6'10", He was pasty white like fresh snow.
The intense pain shot through my arm in waves, getting worse and worse as I slowly woke up. Fully awake with the foreign object out of my throat I screamed as loud as I could in pain, the pain getting more intense as every second went by. A male about average height came in my room. Asked what the problem was. My throat wouldn't work only uncontrollable screams. I started to cry because of the pain. A female walked in and gave me another shot of something but instead of growing tired my arm became numb like it wasn't even there.
"Can you say your name for me?" the female asked. I tried for a few minutes to speak than shook my head very slowly because it was pounding. "Do you know where you are?" she asked as the male handed me a tablet with an app open. I started to type then a loud voice came out. Startled I threw it away and curled up facing away from it and covering my ears. The woman looked at me and grabbed the tablet that had stopped speaking. She turned the app off and handed it back on a different app. I started typing slowly. In hopes, it didn't talk again. I typed what I was saying before and handed it back to her. "Your name is Isabella, and you don't know where you are," she repeated as if she was reading a story to me. "Well, Isabella," she said while handing the tablet back."You are at the hospital, do you remember how you got here?" This time I turned the volume down and went back to the talking app.
"No, all I remember is parts from a movie I watched. Why am I here?"The computer said in a monotone female voice.
"What movie is it?" She asked looking at the male concerned.
"A movie about a girl walking down a dark alleyway at 10:00 pm and a 6'10 man, with a glass eye, a scar from his right eyebrow down to the right side of his neck jumping her. Choking her and not letting go." The alarm started to beep again this time I noticed it was from a wire connected to my gown, no my heart. The monitor showed a heart rate of 150 bpm.
"Calm down, take a deep breath in and out, breath."
My heart raced like before. I started to feel dizzy. I Felt the world spinning. I didn't know what was happening. Suddenly all at once, I started to lose consciousness. I felt like I could just take another nap for a while. I grew more and more tired. My eyes started to flutter shut when more people came into the room. One of them put a needle to a tube that led to another one in my arm. I woke up with a surge of energy, that made me feel like I could run a marathon. I grabbed the computer and started to ask what happened, but before I could get to it she took the tablet to explain.
"That wasn't a movie, you are here because you almost died in the alleyway attack. The police have to talk to you to get the description of the man and what you remember." Sirens started to go off. This time it was an ambulance. The reality of what happened hit me and I started silently crying. My mom walks in and saw me crying. A grown man walks in, he was as worried as my mom. He was wearing a black jacket and had a cut on his chin. He started walking toward me, something told me to not be afraid, but I jumped off the bed and tried to run. Suddenly, everything spun and *BANG* then everything went black. I woke up the man that freaked me out now carrying me. I felt a liquid trickling down my neck then hitting the floor and leaving a trail behind. The wind from the strange man running as police chased him almost felt good. A splitting headache spread throughout my skull. He looked at me and ran faster, I started to scream as he covered my mouth. Then a shot from a gun and I was on the ground. I woke up again in another hospital, but this time I wasn't supposed to wake up There was a mask on my face and a knife in my skull. I tried to move nothing. A surgeon asked the anesthesiologist to make it a heaver dosel I left again. I woke up what my mom said was two and a half days later.
My mom said I was kidnapped again and they had a gun. Police suspect he was gonna kill me. What is with people trying to kill me. I was eventually put under protection after the third or fourth kidnapping in the day I got out of the hospital. They all were either caught or killed. After a month or so I got used to not being able to go anywhere alone. People had to stand around me everywhere. They acted like I was the presidents' kid. I had to get home schooled by the presidents' kid teacher, they're done with him anyway. I can't go to school anymore due to the people that hunt me. People are always trying to kidnap me. I can't even sleep in my bedroom because people have snuck into my room to get me. I screamed and the "bodyguards" came in. I started to sleep in a room without windows and one door. I pretty much live in a jail cell. I wake up to go to my kitchen which has no knives or heating equipment or anything it has a sink an one pop tart of my choice.
I woke with a bang. Which meant my food was here, but it wasn't. I looked for another kidnapper, there were none. However, the door was wide open. I started to walk out. I looked around and saw blood and my mom's body by it. She had a knife with blood on it. But it wasn't hers, she had a bullet wound in the middle of her forehead. Someone came after me and she died protecting me. There was a note by her, it read
YOU WERE MEANT TO DIE,
NOW, EVERYONE, YOU LOVE WILL.
MEET ME AT 2327 E Random
Rd. YOU DON'T SHOW UP SOFIA AVA
JONSON NEXT. YOU HAVE UNTIL
12:10 AM BE THERE OR ELSE.
A tear dripped down my face, then a stream of them. I realized that my dad was nowhere. I have seen him many times since the last kidnapping. I walk up the stairs to where my mom should have been. I look in her bedroom to see another body lying peacefully. I creep over to it to see a pile of blood and my dad's corpse lying peacefully on the ground. He had his pants half on and his favorite t-shirt for the band Slayer. Beside him another note that read differently,
CALL THE POLICE AND TELL THEM
ABOUT THE NOTES YOUR AUNT
IS NEXT. THEN IT IS THE REST OF
YOUR FRIENDS. KEEP QUIET THEY
STAY SAFE, BUT YOU WON'T. TAKE
THE NOTE AND LEAVE THE BODIES.
Why is this all happening? My mom and dad are dead because I was supposed to die. Did they fight? Did they See their killer? Why would he do this? Where do I go for the next hour and a half? The place I am meeting up with him is only two minutes away. I'll call the cops and tell them about the bodies. I head down the stairs to the phone. There's a sticky note on the phone.
NO PHONE CALLS MADE.
THE CORD IS CUT, USE A CELLPHONE
SOFIA IS NEXT. NO MORE FRIENDS
OR FAMILY WILL LIVE ON THE EARTH.
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You Were Meant to Die.
Action"YOU WERE MEANT TO DIE" the words kept ringing in 16-year-old Isabella Janson's head. Why was she meant to die? How did her life become her worst nightmare? From an average kid with a college scholarship to quitting school and going on a manhunt for...
