I pulled on the cellar door bars, frantically trying to make them break loose. They were as hard as steel. I peered into the eerie darkness, and could only see shadows of different objects I could not make out. “I got us into this mess so I will get us out," I whispered to my brother. As I said this, out of the shadows, came our captor. I could not make out his face in the darkness. All I saw were his hands reaching for me. He grabbed me and took me from my brother without a word. I tried to escape his cold, strong hands, but in vain. He dug his fingernails into my arms. I screamed in pain. “Samuel!” I shrieked. “Rose! Don’t fight back! He will only hurt you more,” my brother called back to me. My brain was a whirlwind of thoughts. Who is our captor? What does he want with us? Questions like this ran through my head. “We will see eachother again,” I called back to my older, only brother, who was always there for me.Tears started streaming down my face as I thought, what will happen if we never see each other again?
--Erin R.
