Urban decay half baked . Honey pot is one of my favourite eyeshadows ever 3 <| sep |> Pressing myself against the corner , I cautiously peeked past the end of the wall , down the stairs , to the thick mahogany front door of the house with a lone , stainedglass window resting in the center where delicate tendrils of daylight teasingly danced . The rest of the room appeared to be clear . Knowing I was now out in the open , I remembered that I would have to begin moving a bit quicker , yet still stay low to the ground . Sitting down at the top of the stairs , I pushed myself down ever so slowly , and softly landing on my butt . 13 more stairs to go . 12 The coast stayed clear ! 11 The coast was still clear ! 10 The window was getting much closer . 9 I could start to see the grass from the lawn outside . 8 I surveyed the rooms surrounding the entryway . 7 To my right , an elegant dining room fit with a full mahogany set and silver chinaware sat in one room , the curtains drawn and the only light coming from the small amounts of my own room . 6 To my left , a cozy kitchen sat , its checkered floor and oak cabinets making it seem out of place for the rest of the house the owner must not have had the time or money to update it . 5 I could more clearly make out the walls of the room . 4 Saffron prints ran along the sides of the walls . 3 ! It was just a few steps away . 2 ! I was almost there . 1 ! I stood up , quickly slid towards the door , turned the knob , and bolted down the porch of the old house . Not pausing for a second , I frantically streaked across the lawn . Adrenaline pulsed through my veins , and I panted frantically . I hadn ' t ever run like this before not even for gym class . My mile time last year had been something like 12 minutes . The house had been situated in a meadow , of some kind , though the flowers around it were browned by the premature frost which had settled in a few months ago . They crunched beneath my feet as I headed towards the fringes of the forest which surrounded it . Once I was out of the open , in the forest , I could continue , at less of a breakneck pace than what was current . Longer grass , which hadn ' t been as wellmanaged as the parts of the clearing closer to the house , partially obscured my from vision . I was almost there . I could feel a surge of pride overwhelm me . My knowledge and expertise in video games had taught me how to survive a kidnapping ! As I entered and ran through the forest , I began to laugh , the thrill of my accomplishments hitting me in waves . Joy coursed through every fiber of my being , and my future extended in front of me , ever so attainable . I would return home , panting , wheezing . My mother and father would embrace me , their only son , oh how they missed him ! oh how sorry they had been ! oh how many hours they had spent impatiently waiting for the phone call , for the knowledge that he was okay ! Mom , she would never run late again , no no , and Dad , he ' d come home extra early from work every day , just in case ! It would make headlines ! and what the newspapers would read ! Average Teenage Boy Escapes from House Using Nothing But Video Games and Logic , Brave Warrior Fights for Freedom . In Real Life ! , How One Boy Stood Up To One Kidnapper . My thoughts died down and a chill ran through my spine . I stopped running . Kidnapper . I could feel the voice against my ear again , but there was no longer a cloth around my mouth . Her arms were around my waste . Silly , silly boy . Didn ' t anyone tell you real life is not a video game ? The forest dissolved into a dark basement and my blood spilled all over the concrete floor .