I suddenly felt a hard, cold, wrinkly hand wrap itself around my mouth. An arm covered in leather did the same to my throat. I tried to scream, but the arm pushed itself up against my windpipe, and the hand pushed harder against my mouth. I tried to cry, but all that came out was a weird gagging noise.
I couldn't breathe. Was this how I was going to die? Murdered, but not knowing who killed me?
I tried to make any sound possible to attract attention, but looking around, there wasn't any attention to attract. There were no people on the streets anymore. It was a Saturday night! Why wouldn't people be out and about?
I kicked and punched and moved all I could, but the cold, hard hands wouldn't release me.
I felt that I was beginning to be dragged backwards. I tried to stop, but my white converse wouldn't do anything for me. I began to feel light-headed. I really couldn't breathe now. My head flopped to the side.
I was released but grabbed by the hair by two familiar hands. I took a deep breath and tried to run, but the arm wrapped itself around my throat once again. The hand did the same.
I was dragged backwards much quicker now, and I saw where I was going.
The doors to the white van were open. Before I knew it, I was right outside them.
All I remember was being tossed in and hit hard against something. Then everything went dark.
(A.N. Sorry I haven't updated for two days. I haven't abandoned Movellas! My computer was updating. It took two days! ARGH. But now I'm back. Also, sorry this was so short. I wanted to cut it short, to kind have people hanging on. The next chapter will be much, much, longer. I promise!xx)