| Framed |

Prologue:

I turned the tv on and started to stare blankly at the screen.

Jeez, it's so boring when your home alone.

I got up and headed to the kitchen when I heard a knock.

"Hello?" Damn..now a murder knows I'm home.

I went to see who it was and nobody was there.

Turning around away from the door, I said "Oh, probably noth-" Then I slumped back against the window when a guy wearing all black and a mask appeared inches away from me.

He then shoved something in my side, and a sharp pain surfaced.

The world started to blur up, and I could feel myself loosing balance.

"Wha- th-"

He grabbed my wrist, dragging me along with him outside, and I tried to move away but I felt so weak, and I could barely talk.

"Stop trying, Just relax."

Relax? Who does he even think I am?
I started to move my arm back, mustering up all the strength I could, and I got free and I stumbled backwards, and when he noticed he looked at me, and then he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into a tree.

"Sh....- it!"
I fell to the ground, and I felt the blood rush to my head and the color started to fade away, along with the sound.