Escape Creative Writing

I awake to nothing but a dark space. My hands are strapped down and my neck put in a brace. I wonder to myself, “Why am I here? what happened to me?” All I can think about is my last memory. Nothing, nothing pops up. It's as if my head is empty filled with nothing but air. I can feel the board I’m strapped on moving. People are talking above, with a car like engine roaring. I begin to worry, every terrifying intrusive thought comes through my head all at once: am I hurt? Is this what being kidnapped is like? All I can think about is trying to escape.

As the ghastly thoughts flood my mind, all I think about is an escape plan. While I conjure up a plan to escape, I begin to unstrap the harnesses holding me down. A sharp pain shoots through my neck, forcing me down, back onto the hard board. I tried to unstrap the straps, but feel a sharp pain from my neck. In so much pain I stop, and lay on the board.

Do they miss me or do they know where I am? While trying to sit up I notice I’m wearing snow boots and pants. Why, why am I wearing such clothes. I feel a sharp burst of cold air. Am I outside? All the sudden the engine stops. I’m worried who will appear. Suddenly I hear them walk right over me and slowly a light begins to show. They appear with a bright red coat, two men with a small tag that said “Ski Patrol/Medics.” I grow enough mite to ask why I am strapped down and where they are taking me. One of the men smiles and assures me everything will be ok. I start to worry knowing when emergency crew say that something truly is wrong. While the man was speaking, the other slipped out of my sight and reappeared with a sharp needle. I wanted to tell of my fear of needles, but before I could say anything. The man injected the big needle and clear like substance into my body. Slowly my eyes began to close and I fell asleep once