Escape+(composition)

I opened my eyes, just barely , and rubbed my throbbing forehead. Where am I ? The last thing I remembered, I

was on my way to the florist shop and everything else was a blur except that flash of black heading towards me

before I passed out. Looking around, it took me 5 seconds to realize that I was actually locked up in a stranger's

backseat car with my mouth tied up and feet binded together. I must be kidnapped. My legs were bruised and

scratched, blood oozing everywhere.Slowly creeping my eye into the front seat, I saw my kidnapper. He was a

dangerous looking man in his thirties, with dirty looking tattoos splattered all over him and piercings seen almost everywhere. He must also be pretty dumb since he

didn't do anything to my free hands. I was panicking and terrified at this point, but I knew better than to scream out loud.

I stayed quiet to pretend I was still unconscious while furiously brainstorming for ideas. Quietly, I listened as he grumbled nonstop and started mumbling nonsense

stuff. 'Hey' I suddenly thought, ' he must be drunk!' I couldn't believe my luck! The door was locked as I thought it'd be. As quiet as possible, I grabbed hold of his

bottle which was now on his lap, taking advantage of my untied hands. ' I like green eggs and ham, yes I do.' My kidnapper was groggily murmuring stuffs that

doesn't make sense. He obviously wasn't aware of my presense at the moment. I quickly untie the binds around my mouth and legs and broke the backseat window

with his beer bottle. It made a loud crash and before I could climb out, he snatched my leg pulling me back violently. Without thinking, I threw the remaining broken

bottle into his head and it made a huge bloody mess. Leaving him there moaning in pain, I continued climbing and ran for my life.

I ran until people were in sight, one kind old lady had asked me what happened since I looked like a total mess. I described every detail to her including the

appearance of my kidnapper and together we went to the police station to report.

I was brought to the hospital to mend my broken arm, scratched knees and other bruises and I met my parents there. I hugged them tightly, happy to be safe once

again..