Alicia kim's blog

I woke up in the morning fresh and ready to go to school. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brushed my teeth. As usual, I had milk and Cheerios with some green grapes my mom had gotten the day before. I dressed up in a striped dress, my favorite clothes, and packed my backpack. I made sure I had everything that I needed for the day and went to the front door. My mom came over and gave me my lunch box. She said she packed my favorite small pizza bites with pesto pasta. I was so excited to eat my lunch. After I hugged and said goodbye to my mom, I headed off towards the school.

I walked for about five minutes until a car pulled up and stopped in front of me. I squinted to see who was inside. There was a handsome young man with big curly hair that looked like he came from Hollywood. He smiled and asked me, “Do you need a ride?” 

I kindly refused, for I remembered what my mother always said: “Never talk to or take a ride from strangers.” 

However, he kept trying to convince me to hop into his car. I was a bit late, but still he gave me an uncomfortable feeling, so I wasn’t tempted. Then, he told me, “I’m your father’s friend.” 

My father works in the music industry and I could see that the stranger had the look of a rockstar. I felt uneasy, but I eventually agreed. I hopped into his car.

I sat quietly, clutching my backpack and my lunch box tightly, looking around the car. The man smiled at me brightly, almost as if it were intended to make him look creepy. I looked out of the window and saw a man on his motorcycle. Suddenly, the stranger started to ask me personal questions. I was so uncomfortable with this whole situation that I wanted to get out of the car so bad. 

But, by the time he’d stopped the car, it wasn’t in front of the school. It was in front of a house.

I was scared now. He told me he would drive me to the school, and now I was in front of a strange place. I stayed inside until he got out of his seat and opened the door. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the car. He forcefully pulled me in front of the door. I started yelling for help, looking around to see if there was anyone who could have heard me. Just then, I saw in my peripheral vision a motorcycle guy I’d seen earlier. Then, I was dragged into the house.

I gulped, looking around the house. It was eerie and dark. It looked so different from outside. Outside, it was beige with a brownish roof. Inside, it was all worn out, as if he didn’t live in this house. The floor was very dirty, with lots of trash on the ground. 

Then, I spotted them. The collection of kitchen knives. I gulped once again. The man dragged me once more by my hand, saying he wanted to show me pictures, and made me sit in front of a desk. It was filled with inappropriate pictures that made me go into shock. 

I sat there afraid of the events that could possibly happen in this house. I started panicking and thought, “If I don’t make it out of this house…” I sat there with a blank face, until the man stood up and dragged me to a sofa. He made me lay facing up, even though I fought as hard as I could, but I wasn’t able to beat his strength. 

***

He stood up and went somewhere else in the house. I stood up, too, not knowing what to do. I walked around what looked like a living room and paced, thinking about how to get out. I knew I couldn’t make a run for it. The only way to survive would be if someone knocked on the door and barged in. 

Just when I was facing the window, the man grabbed me by my neck and brought a huge metal stick toward me. I felt a slow pain near my stomach and the darkness faded over my vision.

***

I woke up after what felt like only seconds. I was on the ground, with no strength. I could feel the loss of blood from my body. There were multiple knocks on the door. 

I opened my eyes a slit and saw the blurry scene in front of me. The man was hurrying around, putting away the metal stick and the photos. He hurried over to the back window of the house and went outside. The front door was barged open and I could see a man that looked like a police officer. I thought, “Thank god someone is here.” He came over to check on my condition. From his face, I could see that it was not good. Then, I fell again into darkness. 

***

I woke up to a white ceiling with bright lights. I squinted and saw my parents beside me. I sat upright. I was wearing a gown in a white bed. I figured I was in a hospital. My head hurt for what felt like a minute, and I started remembering the experiences I’d had several hours ago. 

Then, my body ached, and my mom told me to lie down. I remembered the intervening events of me getting transferred to the hospital. My mom and dad started crying. I didn’t know why they were, but they kept saying, “Thank goodness you’re alive.”