Dream Guy

There was somebody there...far enough behind me to not be noticed, but close enough to cause an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind. Tall, dark, and somewhat handsome... sound like the typical Prince Charming?

Well get that thought out of your mind, you stereotypical one!

It was a bright, sunny and warm afternoon. The P.C.H.E. moms were having a home school meeting at a group of picnic tables under the nice big shade trees, the kids were running and laughing on the playground, and the teens were hanging out talking random subjects as we usually do. It was all so... normal. Mostly. I left the group- it was only going to be for a minute- to ask my mom something, although now I don't recall what it was. Irrelevant, I suppose. As I walked over there I was aware of faint shuffling footsteps behind me. No big deal, I thought. It's probably just one of my friends. I got to the picnic tables and turned around, freezing as I gagged on unsaid words. A tall man, probably in his mid-twenties, was behind me. Black hair, black goatee, and a black jacket worn with jeans. The sort of person who you think of as being the uberly cool lead singer of your favorite rock band. But this was not a man you would run to for autographs, I gathered in an instant. He pulled a gun and threatened to fire. I'm not sure what he was after, but it was most definitely turning into a hostage situation quickly. I wasn't sure what to do, and I was freaking out... I asked Mrs.DeGode to come with me and as the man demanded to where we were going, I told him I had to use the bathroom. An odd excuse, but for some bizzare reason, it was accepted. A little strange that the man would agree to such a request of his hostages, but so long as we promised to come back, he said it was okay.

I would ordinarily keep my promises, and I'm sure you know this... but was I about to keep a promise to return to a hostage situation where I could possibly be shot? Nuh uh. As soon as we were out of eyeshot, Mrs.Degode and I ran. We didn't stop until we found a building along the sidewalk with a revolving door, which we quickly darted into. Once inside, as we said, we did stop and use the bathroom... and then immediately duck into the secret area behind it. I knew it was there because this wasn't the first time this had happened to me. It was then as a sudden sense of dejavu washed over me that I realized that I was the one this man wanted.

Now what happened between getting to the secret room and when I returned back to my house with fear raging in my heart, I'm not completely sure. It's all pretty blurred now, despite how recent it happened. Either way, as I sat in my room, pretty much in a state of parinoia, I made preparations to escape incase the man came back for me. I had a disguise all put together and took the screen out of my side window so that if I must, I could crawl out onto the roof and jump off the low part in the back yard and make a run for it. The sun was now setting, and as I listened to my parents discussing what to do about my current situation, I heard a van pull up in my driveway. I nearly peeked out my window, but realized I'd left the blinds open and they'd see me. I thought about putting the blinds down, but decided against that as well because they'd know somebody was there. So I raced to the room next to mine and looked out my brother's closed blinds. Out of the van climbed a man and a woman, who looked like they were probably in their sixties. None of us knew them. The only thought that pulsed through my mind was "They must be with HIM!"

I was then grateful that I had made preparations for my escape. I climbed out my bedroom window out into the night.



Again, I must say to you, I have some of the wildest dreams sometimes. I do so wonder why I keep dreaming of running away from this dark, deep-voiced kidnapper. Creepy.