"Crossroad Kidnapping"

She walks down the steps of her house into the cool Septemeber weather in hopes that she won't miss her bus,
"Be careful, Ashley, and I love you!" her mother calls and she feels her face flush with scorn and anger.
"I know, God Mom." Letting her voice travel under embaressment and looking around to make sure no one heard her mother.
Ashley pushes her highlighted hair out of her eyes as she walks farther and farther down the road,
breath catching in the air around her face until she finds herself far enough to light up a stolen Marlboro from her father's drawer.
Moments of time twist as the camera angle focuses on the two men in matching black hoodies trail behind her with backpacks slung over their shoulder,
knowing she wouldn't think more than two school boys walking to their bus stop as well.
Shuffle, shuffle, tap, tap,
follow behind like a big black cat.
Lick, lick, giggle, giggle,
prey on the mouse overhead like a fat bat.
Shoes scuffle along the concrete and she makes it to the curb across the way of the stop,
unthinking of the two men behind her who breathe like indian summers.
I watched from the curb she was trying to get to,
sitting and staring at the men who smiled at each other.
But by the time I realized something was wrong,
the moment they grabbed her arms,
I saw her face,
eyes wide in fear,
body jolting,
a car passed and the only thing I heard was the yelp she left behind.

....

"On November 28, 2011 a fourteen year old girl was kidnapped while walking to her bus stop, there is still no sign of her a year later. Police are losing hope but you can stil--"
Click.
I turned it off and sighed, looking over at the pictures on the wall of the girl,
her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her highlighted hair and smiled contently at the two men sitting beside me drinking beer while playing cards.
My eyes glance down,
the girl with highlights who hated her mom,
the girl with an addiction to lying and smoking,
the girl who's bones were curled in a ball under the table,
leash attatched to the frail neck.
I pretended to be another student for weeks,
watching this girl and who her friends were.
She was our obsession and I loved every moment of our games,
daring and dangerous.
"I'm bored to death, let's do another, this time YOU play the school kid."



(I got this idea while sitting at my bus stop and I have to say it came out better in my head then it did on paper, I hope you readers enjoy it because I feel I wasted my time. Thank you.)