Hostage – by Rupert
I appear to be in this underground ‘house’, at least that’s what I’m calling it. It’s made of timber and glass. I’m looking through the glass; yup, definitely underground. I hear people talking, I wonder if I should hide, I will. I sprint into what seems a bedroom and hide in the closet. I don’t know if I should keep writing; they might take my diary. Better safe than sorry.
The footsteps press on the squeaky floorboards. I begin to think into how I got here and where I actually am. I can hear snippets of their conversation; “I swear…somewhere here…definitely….” They must be talking about me. Wow this spot is really uncomfortable; but I shouldn’t move they might hear me. They’ve gone now so I am going to finish writing, see you soon.