My name is Clark Klyde. I was at school waiting for my mom to pick me up because I was kicked off of the bus for slapping the bus driver in the face. That’s when I saw this guy, he looked like he was in his mid 40’s and had a really weird vibe to him. So I thought the more I sit there the more I get creeped out, so I started to walk on the sidewalk. I was walking at a pretty fast pace until I saw the park and I thought let's go sit on the swings and wait for my mom to come. But that was until I heard the honk of a car come from behind me. I turned around, it was the creepy old guy. So I started running to the park, ‘cause in my mind he wasn’t going to kidnap me in a park full of people.
When I got there he was gone. I couldn’t see his car anywhere. That’s when my mom startled me by placing her hand on my shoulder and then asked me after I jumped, “Hey, what’s wrong,” she said in a worried voice.
“ Nothing,” I said still staring over towards the road.
Confusing jump here We were home safe and sound. Me lying in my bed and my mom cooking dinner. That’s when I heard a knock on my window and of course me being upstairs it startled me not knowing how someone got on my roof to knock on the window. So I went over to the window very cautiously.
That’s when “Ahhhhhhhh,” Jack screamed. And Jack had been my friend for a while.
“God damn it Jack, you asshole,” I said in an angry aggressive way.
“Come on Clark it’s just a joke you’ve got to chill man,” he said.
“Your right Jack but I was just heading to bed so you’re gonna have to leave,” I said as an excuse.
Right after he left I closed the door and layed on my bed.
My mom called up to me, “ Clark, time to eat,” she yelled.
“ Thanks mom but I’m not hungry,” I yelled back.
That’s when I turned over and turned off the lamp. The alarm went off in the morning, and I was still very tired. I walked to school and there it was the same van that was there yesterday. So I put my head down and tried to walk past without them knowing it was me from the other day.
“Hey, you over there. You’re the boy from yesterday. Come here.”
So I walked over toward the tall, skinny man standing in front of the van. He said, “ Lean close boy, I need to tell you something.”
So I leaned close, not knowing at the age of 14 how horrible this world can be, and that’s when he got out of the driver’s seat, and smashed my head against the sliding door of the van. I was barely conscious, eyes squinched open just enough to see the static figures talking about what they were going to do to me. The next thing I knew was the sound of a sliding door opening and me being carried to a house or building of some sort.
I tried to squirm and struggle, wondering why I was being kidnapped, but they had a very good grip. Like they had been working out for a while. So I had no chance of getting away from them, anyways I had a dirty bag over my face so I wouldn’t have gotten far without tripping on my face. “ Let me out of here, NOW!” I said in anger and frustration. But they didn’t budge, so I had to put on furious mode. I popped my feet out of the bottom of the sack just enough to swing it around and hit one of them somewhere where it hurt. That’s when they ended up dropping me onto the concrete floor. So I was able to get the ropes untied off of my feet. That’s when I used my feet to get my hands free and then I got the duct tape off of my eyes and mouth and ran as far as I can from the cabin looking house. I had ran right into the woods and still kept on running. Then I thought I had been blessed ‘cause I saw a house. The house looked pretty fancy so I assumed someone rich lived there. So without hesitation I ran up the steps and started pounding on the door.
“ HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME,” I screamed into the doorway. Someone opened the door and brought me inside of the house, gave me a blanket and asked me what had happened. As soon as I said some guys had kidnapped me that lived in a cabin looking house not even a mile away, she grabbed the phone and called someone. I didn’t know who she was calling but I was relieved to get some help.
“ Some very nice men are coming down to give you a lift to the police station,” she said in a very creepy way.
“ Oh my god, thank you so much,” I said. An hour later the guys arrived. I heard the tire tracks in the driveway. That’s until I saw one of the guys that had gotten out of the truck.
He looked familiar, “ Oh my god that’s the guy,” I screamed. I had ran out the back door cautiously and sneaked over towards their truck. I had hopped in once they entered the house. At this very moment I thought I’m screwed if this truck doesn’t start. The keys weren’t in it so I had to hot wire it. So I’m hot wiring the truck and keeping look out. I saw them start to open the door, then the truck engine turned on and I stepped on the gas pedal until it was down to the floor. I had followed the trail to this main road. Then I looked in the mirror and saw four wheelers chasing me. It was them and they are after me and I had stepped on the brake and one guy smashed into my bumper. I kept on going, one guy still chasing me. I saw there was a cliff up ahead and a tight corner so right at the last second I turned and he went flying off of the cliff. I had plenty of time now to get to the police station. Once I arrived to the police station 3 hours after the incident, they had made it sound like I was crazy. Like everything I said was either made up or just total nonsense. I thought there is something up with this town and the people are probably hiding something.
“ What the fuck is wrong with this town,” I said crying and angry at the same time. I then ran out of the police station and back into the truck, when I saw the guys pull in again. I was wondering how they weren’t dead yet. I had then pulled out of the parking lot and started driving again until I saw the sign “ St. Albans”. Then I got super excited knowing my hometown was just miles away. So I kept on driving as fast as I could and as far as I can until the truck breaks down.
“ God damn it super motherfucking truck,” I said in frustration. So I had to do what I had to do. I stuck my thumb out and hoped for the best. Two cars had stopped but they were both creepy old men.
Then the next car was a four wheeler, “Oh shit a four wheeler,” I said in a frantic. So I turned around and headed straight into the woods running in the same direction of the road so I could get to St. Albans faster. I had kept on running, probably have been running for about 2 hours now until I got to this parking lot. It was the parking lot of maplefields which is a convenience store., so I ran in and asked for help from the cashier. He seemed pretty nice, he had called the police and said the police would be there in around half an hour. Then the guys pulled in and got off of their four wheelers.
I screamed to the cashier who had been really buff, “ That’s them those are the guys trying to kill me.” He climbed over the counter and ran at the guy with the gun, the cashier was on the ground on top of the guy pounding his face with his fist. The other guy came at me so I had ran at him and kicked him in the nuts. I did that because I knew it would hurt or stun him enough for me to hide. So I ran into the bathroom hoping they won’t come over here to check. But I heard sirens and the cops. Then I was saved, at that moment I knew I was home and safe. The very next day, me being at home watching movies felt really good knowing I’m not being chased by creepy lunatics. I also knew it would make for a great story for when I go back to school. Just knowing those guys will get out some day and they might come back for revenge. So for right now my mom says not to worry about the future and to live the present so I watched some tv and ate popcorn.
“Now I’m here telling you investigators the story of what had happened,” I said to the 2 investigators standing in front of me.
“ Thank you Mr. Klyde, Now tell us what you would like us to do to make you feel safe at home with these guys out now,” one of investigator said.
“ Well if you guys keep a tracker in our home driveway, where if he walked onto the property it would make an alarm and or zaps him then I would feel more safe,” I said. So that is exactly what they did the following night. So that night I felt a little bit safer than having nothing there. Also we are living in Berkshire which is probably the greatest town ever so there isn’t a lot of people around to go to if something were to happen I wouldn’t be able to get help.
That very night lying in my bed sleeping I stride up panting worrying that I thought I heard a noise. So I ran downstairs to my moms room, and woke her up so she could grab her gun. Sure enough the alarm went off, and when the alarm goes off it means the front door has been opened. So I had grabbed my mother’s gun and sneaked around the corner into the kitchen which the front door was right next to. I walked further into the kitchen and peaked around the corner and saw that the door had not been opened. That is when I had my mom bring the gun into its case and just set it on the counter just in case. I opened the door to the outside and saw nothing. Just a porch, driveway and the road. No one was here…
So the very next morning as my suspicion grew higher and higher, I ate breakfast and got onto the school bus for my first day back since the accident happened. As soon as I got onto the bus something didn’t seem right to me. At first I thought maybe the bus driver changed something around like the seats. That is what I thought until I looked up at the bus driver’s mirror and saw a new bus driver. Many thoughts were squirming through my brain.
“Ahhhhhh, it’s him the guy that tried to kill me,” I screamed in terror. He stepped on the gas pedal and we were flying down the road. We drove right past a cop, so then the cop started chasing us. Then he drove us straight into a ditch. Then I woke up right in the hospital bed.
The doctors asking me, “ Clark, are you feeling alright ,” they asked me in a nice way.
“Yeah, just a little swollen and my head’s hurting really bad,” I said in an aching voice.
“We know, it’s gonna hurt for a while. A huge rock came smashing through the windshield and hit you straight in the face,” they said. I had fell asleep, then I woke up looked at the calendar and it says that I had been in that hospital for 2 weeks. So now I’m just waiting for some results to come in, or just the news that I can go back home. But nothing had came, my parents weren’t even there and the doctors haven’t even came to my room in 10 hours. Something is wrong…
I had gotten up, at this point I was good enough to walk and do the normal things with my body. So I walked out of my room and looked in the hallways and nothing was there except broken stretchers and robes and BLOOD.
“Oh my god, THAT”S BLOOD.” It looked like a zombie apocalypse and I was the rick in this story and that I was in the show The Walking Dead. So I looked outside the window and there was people.
“Thank God it’s not a zombie apocalypse, but why is the hospital like this,” I asked myself? So I went outside and asked the guy what was up with the hospital and he was thankful I was out because the place was just shut down and they were gonna wreck it with a bulldozer.
I then asked, “ Why is there blood in there?” Then he had told in the when one of the construction guys were looking for people in the hospital he had stepped on a nail and then it gushed blood and he ran out of the building, hence why I wasn’t carried out of there. So I had told this guy my address and he gave me a ride home. When I arrived my parents had helped me inside and told me they had to run some errands and that’s why they weren’t there. So everything had started to come together the doctors, the blood, me not being out of there, and why my parents weren’t there. I was just glad I wasn’t gonna die in a zombie apocalypse. So we walked inside and just sat down and started reminiscing about old times.
“ I like how everything has to happen to me. Like getting kidnapped, then going to school and getting kidnapped on a bus and getting driven into a ditch, then waking up in the hospital and staying there for 2 weeks but then having no one be there and almost dying by a bulldozer,” I said in a joking manner. We all laughed and assumed I might just have bad luck and it will all go away soon. Like having the flew in the winter just take some stuff and it would be gone in no time. Then everything was back to normal, except for school. Everyone had treated me different like I have some mental problem or I don’t know how to do anything. Some help would be nice but to be treated like I’m stupid or can’t do anything myself, it irritates me. So as I sat there in my seat listening to the teacher teach, the intercom came on.
“ Can I have Clark Klyde down to the main office plz, Clark Klyde.” So I walked down to the office and the investigators were sitting there in chairs and There was a single chair across from them.
I sat down and they said, “ Clark, there were two attackers on the day of the first incident, correct.”
“Yes,” I said in a response to his question.
“ We believe that the attackers are coming back after you and since we only have one, the other one is out there somewhere. So we are gonna put your house under maximum security, is that alright with you Clark,” they asked.
“Yeah as long as they don’t get to me or my family,” I said. So that very night after the long but easy day of school, my house had security guards all over. Even in the inside of the house there was security guards. So that very night was super easy for me to fall asleep and feel protected.
“Ahhhhhhh,” I screamed.
“What’s wrong,” Mark (one of the security guards) asked.
“ Ugh nothing just a bad dream,” I said. I got up and got ready for school, and as I got there I had two big and buff security guards that would follow me all day.
Some older students that just happen to be bullies came over and shoved me and said “ looks like you have people to protect you now from the kidnappers.” That’s when the guards went over to the kids pinned them to the ground and had the principle come over to them and they got suspended for a week. So I think things at school are gonna go a lot better for me. As the day past I grew more suspicious on if the other guy was gonna come after me or not.
I’m home eating dinner as we hear something out back of our house. The guards had heard it to so they walked over carefully with their guns out and ready.
They opened the glass door and “BANG”. A gun had gone off and shot the guard that went to open the glass door. We all screamed and went to hide in the laundry room which is the only safe place in our house.
Then “ BANG BANG BANG BANG.” We thought it was over, the door had started to open, we were gonna get shot and our lives are gonna be over. Then my DAD had came in with a gun in his hands and blood all over him.
“Dad, you saved us,” I said in a happy way.
“ No, I’m sorry,” he says.
“BANG.” He had shot my mom, BANG then he shot my brother. It turns out the second guy that kidnapped me was my dad, I hadn’t seen his face when I got away from them the first couple of times and now I know.
“ Wait, why are you doing this dad,” I asked?
“ Because, it’s my job, I am a hitman and you guys were on my list for some reason,” he said. Then came another bullet this time in the blink of an eye it was in my chest. It turns out the people you trust in the beginning can actually be the ones that betray you. It was clear to me now as I sat that you can’t really trust anyone. Someone can be a lie for your whole life and you wouldn’t even know it until they show it. So I sat there wasting my last breathes crying as I see my mom and brother laying there with blood surrounding us. Then everything went black, like everything in the world just disappeared. Now everything is gone, school, feelings,my mom, my brother, and my life it’s all gone.