Kidnapped

The day started off great. I woke up on time to catch the bus, which never really happened. I stood alone that day no one was with me. Normally all my friends stand with me. I was a little stressed that day because professors from colleges were coming to interview us. I wasn't too scared though, I was ready for collage, I would finally be an "adult". I saw the bus drive up from a far distance. It was too far for anyone to see me, so I just waited. At that moment I felt someone grab my shoulder and yank me back. I tried to scream but I couldn't. Still to this day I don't know why  I didn't. I heard an old mans deep voice whisper " fight me and it will be worse than it will be" with those words I stayed still. I didn't want to think what that could mean. He pulled me foreword and put me in a big black van with tinted windows darker than night. There were no seats, like a van that someone with a home business would use. He slammed the  door shut and got in the passenger seat. The man driving hit the gas before the old man was even in all the way. I was thrown against the back of the van. By now he had me blind folded and tied up. I had no clue who they were or where we were going. A house maybe. Or some kind of abandoned building. I was terrified. I had never felt such fear before. Suddenly the van came to a slamming stop. The men got out and yanked me to into some kind of old building. I only knew that because the doors squeked and the floors creeked as we walked on. I felt them shove me into a closet the slammed the door and I heard them mummer something like "let's hurry and get the rest". I hunched my back and hugged me legs in fear. I was somewhat relived that I wouldn't be alone. I felt someone grab my wrist and start to untie me. I jumped from being startled and he whispered "it's ok I'm helping you, you will be ok". He finally got the knots undone and unblind folded me. I couldn't see his face it was far too dark. We sat in the dark silence not saying a thing. I didn't know what to say. It's not like I can bring up small talk. Finally he whispered.
 "I've been here over 5 years. Everyone things I'm dead, so no one has tried to find me anymore."
It was quite a moment.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered
"Don't be I have been the only one to last this long and I want to help everyone who gets stuck in this hell hole to survive." He said clearly
"How many kids have been through here?" I asked
"So many I cannot count them anymore" he whimperd "they only last about a week or so. They end up getting killed or killing them selfes trying to get out."
"Do you think I will make it."
"Only if you don't do stupid crap and disobey them. You are the first one to talk. Ever."
The door yanked open. A little girl that looked to be 5 or 6 tumbled in. We hurried and untied her.
I hugged her like she was my own little sister. She cried and wept out of fear, screaming for her mother. We tried to calm her down nothing would work. I pulled her head to my shoulder and hugged her. I had never been so afraid before. I didn't cry though. I didn't want to scare the little girl anymore than she already was.
Her tears turned into sniffles and I asked "How old are you?"
"I'm 4" ,she whispered.
The young boy asked me how old I was.
Not wanting to be rude, I answered, " I'm 17"
Trying be polite, I asked him also. He answered, "I'm almost 17"
We told each other our names and talked about our lives before this happened. It was mostly me and zach. Ella didn't say anything, she was just too scared to say a word.
We didn't know what was going to happen. Over the years that zach had been there they just left him in there and fed him once a day. Were they going to enslave us? Sell us? What was next? Were more children going to get kidnaped too?
We heard the van pull up again. They were back with yet another. They slammed the closet door shut after they threw him in. He was 7. His name was Cameron. When I was 7 I was playing in my yard with all my friends, not being thrown in a closet fearing for my life.
We found out they were done taking kids, at least for today because they fed us and we could hear them lock the front door.
Not one of us slept that night. We didn't even close our eyes to rest them. We were too afraid. Horrible thoughts rushing threw our heads. Fear was an understatement.
We could see the light from the sun under the opening at the bottom of the door. It was the second day of our abduction. They opened the door and one at a time tied us up and put us in the black van. They did not blindfold us this time, I'm not sure why. I could see that the van had no lisance plate, which is odd because that would draw attention. Maybe they wanted attention. Maybe that is why people do such horrible things. Maybe they want to get caught. They must hate their lives and don't want to turn them selves in.
The van drove off. We drove for at least 20 minutes. About the same amount of time it took us to get to the house. They stoped. We heard doors creek open. The men didn't come back for about an hour. It was hot. They left us in there with the car off. The sweat poring off us. We stayed quit. We didn't know where we were. Did they leave us there to die?
Finally  after the first thirty minutes I said something.
 "We have to get out."
Cameron nodded.
"But how?" Zach asked sternly
"I don't know, but we have to." I said
I looked around for something to give me an idea on how to escape. I saw a knife. I wondered what idiot would  leave a knife in the back of a van with four kids in it? Oh that's right, kidnappers. I leaned for the knife, it was hard with out hands, but I just had this mind set of getting us out of here. I don't even know how I did it but I untied my self, and the others. The van doors were locked but I used all my might and pushed them open. We all jumped out and just ran. We didn't know where we were running to we just wanted to be away from there when they come out. Soon I saw a pay phone. I was shocked because you never see them anymore. I felt my pockets. Nothing. Ella felt in the pockets of her skirt. She jumped saying "mommy gave me a quarter so I could get ice cream!" She handed me the coin, I slid it in the coin slot, and dialed 911.
They sent two police men. One to the gas station and one to us. When we got there all of our parents were there. All but my father. I saw Ella leap into her parents arms. Home safe. I watched Cameron run to his mother and father. Home safe. Zach just stood there in the door way. Crying. His mother and sister ran to him. I saw my mom. she started crying before she even came over to me. She hugged me. My mom has never hugged me like that. She backed away from me, looked me in the eyes, and cried even harder. She said " your dad. He passed away last night. He. He was hit by a truck."
I cried. I had never cried so hard.