Midnight Sun
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The Midnight Sun
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“Call 9-1-1,” I said aloud in such a calm and monotonous tone that even I couldnt believe it considering the events that have just recently taken place.
The girl of my dream has been kidnapped by an inner city gang once they noticed her spying in on them. I think she said she had witnessed a major drug deal go down on the phone with me before the line was cut off. For as long as I could remember, she has always been a nosey person. Can never mind her own business. I think she got that from her abusive father. He would never allow us to be in a room together alone with the door closed. My mind always runs on and on but I need to focus.
My car picked up the sound of my voice and dialed the number. Ring, ring, ring then a soft sounding lady picked up the phone and said, “9-1-1, what is your emergency?”
I took a long, deep breath as I paused before telling my story. “Im calling to report a kidnapping; her name is Sally, Sally Johnson. Im in full pursuit behind two black SUVs with tinted windows. We just passed a town sign that said Sage.”
“Sir, Im going to need your name and for you to immediately” I didnt let her finish before I ended the call. They dont need to know my name and I certainly dont need them to tell me that Im to give up chasing after my beloved Sally.
If only she knew how I felt towards her, I thought to myself. I could never express my feelings to her deep, oceanic blue eyes. Just something I was never good at. Keeping the feelings bottled up deep inside, now thats something Im good at. Suddenly a loud crack of thunder echoed through the black midnight sky almost telling me that it was time to stay focused and to keep my mind on the task at hand. I listened.
The two SUVs I have been following for the past couple hours, from the lights of the big city all the way to this one corner western style town, took a hard right hand turn onto what seemed to be the main street leading up a steep hill to an old mansion. Maybe this is their secret hideout. I have a feeling Im about to find out.
I follow the same path as the gang members. As I continue on I can feel the hustle and bustle of the city completely lost in this wide open town. The raggedy, old rundown buildings dont even compare to the towering height of the skyscrapers I drive by to work every morning. It is so surreal, so peaceful.
The calmness and serenity of the town reminds me that I havent slept in close to a day. 12:31 blinks on the touch screen when I look down at the digital clock on the dashboard. It isnt long before Im dozing off at the wheel; my foot still placed firmly on the gas.
Less than a second later I am immediately awaken by an ear piercing clash, but all I can see is white. As if someone has placed a blanket over my head, which is painfully numb at the moment. I try to move my arm to rub my eyes but my body is stiff. I struggle to catch my breath. My inhale is short and raspy. My exhale comes out in tiny intervals.
I hear car doors slam shut and the sound of multiple voices speaking. Im able to pick out one who I believe is leading the rest. “You two go check car while I take this beautiful young lady in to here!” I hear him say. I need to find a way out of this burning cage of death.
My vision is returning to me but everything is still a blur, reminding me of my high school years when I thought it was cool to do marijuana. I can make out two block shaped figures walking towards my mangled Mazda. They both seem to be holding weapons of some sort. At that moment all my senses return to me and I was able to breathe normally again.
I quickly try to open the drivers side door but it is jammed shut. I look up to see the two thugs are getting closer and closer to me. I need to find an alternate exit. I turn to crawl to the back seat of the car and thats when they open fire on me. The front windshield shatters as they continued their assault on my car.
I am running out of time. But at that moment I slow things down and thats when I notice the crack in the back window. Without hesitation, I use the heel of my leather shoes to kick out