Kidnap

 

 

I was walking with my friend

Having non-stop fun

When a man asked us to mend

A store bought gun

As gullible as we were,

We went with him to his car

But when we arrived,

We both were suddenly gone

Day 1: When I woke up,

There was only darkness

On the floor was a broken cup

And my friend was a bleeding carcass

Outside my room I heard loud bangs

Then the door opened, and I tried to run away

But then I was hit with a boom and a clang

Day 2: When I woke up,

There was only silence

I looked around and no one else was up

So I grabbed a nearby stylus

Making sure nobody heard me,

I tip-toed with silence

The walls were rough with chipped off paint

The ceiling was dripping out water from each direction

The water made me slip and I almost broke my midsection

Boom! Boom! The man ran towards me

So I hid under a small table

And hoped to be free

The he stood next to the table

And yelled with all his might

It made me unstable

So I shrieked, and hoped I was out of his sight

He bent down and saw me

So I said bye bye and killed him with my stylus

The droopy blood made me doozy,

So I fell in a deep sleep

Day 3: When I woke up,

The body was still in its spot,

So I picked it up and put it in a lot.

Now I was safe and ready to go

So I opened the door and ran only 10 steps;

Because the kidnapper was my cousins’ neighbor.

 

 

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