Stolen

Trying To Escape

"Try to open the door!" Miles said under his breath.
I walked up the stars and twisted the knob. It was locked.
"Locked" I said.
After that, we both continued to try to unlock the door. It wouldn't open. I started to think furniture was put in front of the door. It was much too hard, there had to be something in front of it. After that, I didn't try anymore. My hand began to hurt.
That night we were both exhausted from all of the chaos. We both fell asleep at around 10:00. I had a dream a man murdered me, but I survived. I woke up on the ground.
Miles was gone, I didn't know what he was doing. I looked around the basement, but he wasn't any where. I went up the stairs and checked the door. It was hardly opened.
I looked out. Everything was messy. Things were everywhere. Papers, shoes, wrappers, garbage, and other junk. I walked around carefully. After that, I saw something. It was one of the men's room's. It had dangerous photos crowding the walls, and guns and arrows in a corner. What I saw next was to change my life.