Wake Up And Run

Wake up, wake up, she started in a low voice while trying to shake him hard from the deep sleep he was in. I think there is someone in the house. In half closed eyes, looking at her in the dark room, he reacted by saying, "What? When? Where"

I told you there is someone in the house.

He stood up hurriedly and awake now, then he said, "Call 911." I will go and check", he looked around and saw a baseball pat around the corner of the room like it was kept for him in that place at that specific time and opened the room slowly, trying not to make any sound, and moved slowly with no idea where to start the search or even what to do if he found the intruder.

Nema grabbed her cell phone and called 911, dividing her attention between her phone and the other half listening to any sounds coming from her husband. She doesn't remember what the 911 operator told her after she reported that there is someone in her house. All she remembers is the loud banging sound that she heard and the sound of her husband screaming.

The next thing she saw when she opened her eyes was in a white room. Everything reflected in her eyes was white. When she tried to move her body to see clearly what was surrounding her, she felt pain all over her body, and she couldn't move one single muscle in her body. From the pain that she felt, she tried to scream, but there was no sound coming from her mouth. She closed her eyes again and passed out. For the second time she opened her eyes again, she was not alone. At this time, there were voices all around her, what seemed like doctors and nurses, "Doctor, she is a wake," said one nurse beside her head. She tried to move her head toward where the voice was coming from but couldn't.

"Take it easy," said the doctor, "you just woke up from a coma." With wide eyes full of surprise, she asked in a low voice, "Coming from a coma? How long?"

And suddenly she remembered her husband and asked, with a voice full of fear instead of the surprise she was in earlier a few seconds ago, "My husband ... is he OK?" Where is he... is my husband here? she asked again and again, her voice almost hysterical but devoid of energy.

At sawmill creaks approximately 250 miles away in Arnot.

"Come on hurry, they are behind us hurry" said the young, boy to his 10 years old little sister,

"I can," she said. "I am tired. I can't move."

"I will help. Come on, lean on my shoulder, but we have to run and hide."

"I know, but I can't," she says as she begins to slow down and stop. He grabbed her arm and put it over his shoulder, trying to support her, knowing that he had to take her and run with her as far as he could.

"Don't worry, we will rest soon," he told her, looking at her face full of tears, and started wiping her face with his free hand. Then she started crying.

"I want to go home. I can't walk any more. "

"You know, we can't go back home. They will capture us and they will do that if we don't run and hide. "

It was almost dusk. The darkness was fading, but there was enough light also. "Where were we going?" She asked again with a trembling voice, before he gave her an answer that even he didn't know, they heard a sound, and he said, hurry, they are behind us.

The bath way they were running on was narrow and trees were all around it. Although the young boy didn't know where it would lead to, he only knew that he had to run with his sister.

"Did you catch them?" A voice over the two-way radio came out loud, breaking the silence. "

"No, not yet, but they are not far, sir," answered back the man who was holding the radio.

"Those are only two kids." They can't outrun you. Catch them before the sun rises and you know what to do.

The boy, he himself unable to walk or move, let alone run, was holding his sister and moving as fast as possible with the first light coming on and the bath more clear than before. He saw a small cabin in between the trees not that far from them. He thought to call for help and run towards the cabin, but he knew that the two men were not that far behind them and anything could happen.

Somewhere in Cortland, New York. The phone rang in the middle of the night, and Detective Young looked at his watch. He couldn't sleep, so he was flipping the remote, going through the TV channels. It was 2 in the morning. Without any thought, he picked up the phone and said, "Detective Young."

I will be there in 20 minutes.

He didnt live far from the Cortland police department, so it would have taken him less than 20 minutes to reach there, but he wanted to take time to think of his job, his life, his lost marriage, kids with his wife, and finally, he was giving a lot of thought to the offer he got yesterday from his brother in New York City, the pig city, where he could see his children at least once a week. And if things go according to his best wishes, maybe just maybe every day.

Suddenly, he saw a bright light in front of him. The car was speeding towards him in his line. In a shock, he diverted the car into the other line, but it was too late. Last he remembered, the big pick-up truck hit him from the side and didn't stop there. It bummed him until the car flipped twice and ended up on the side of the road, upside down. Between the hard hit, the broken window glass, and the air bag, all he felt was a severe pain in his head and his sight started turning off step by step, and slowly, foot steps beside his window. And some asked another one if he was alive. "Yes, he is," answered the other one, "grab him and but him with the others before he gets conscious," ordered the first one.

With a bluervision, he opened his eyes and looked slowly at his surroundings. He saw himself in a totally white room, about 150 feet square, with hospital equipment, then he thought, "So I am in a hospital." The first thing that came to mind was, "Why are there no windows in the room?"

Most of the hospital rooms have windows, except ECU, or the operation rooms. He tried to move and instantly felt a strong pain in his head. Then it hit him: the accident, the pick-up truck, the two men talking by his side, and the last sentence that he heard (grab him and but him with others), so I have been kidnapped. That is what came to his mind, and he checked if he could move his hands, and surprisingly, he was not tied down by anything. His hands and legs were free to move, but unfortunately, he couldn't move any part of his body from the pain that he was feeling.

He tried calling out for someone but his voice didn't go anywhere. There was no audible sound coming from him.

The door opened and a young girl wearing what looked like a nurse's dress came into the room, looked at him, and without any smile, as expected from nurses, or any expression on her face, she said, "You are a wake." That is good. I will call the doctor for you."

With a low voice, he asked, "Where am I"? She looked at him with a blank eye and said, "The doctor will come and he will tell you."

being a detective and a member of the police force for nearly ten years He felt that there was something wrong with this situation. In fact, he was sure of that, but as long as he didn't have any control over his body, he couldn't move or even call for help. And he didn't know where he was and why he was here. Apparently, if who ever took him wanted him dead, he would have been dead, but they wanted him alive, and obviously, they drugged him, which is why he can't move.