30 Jasmine

Jasmine Aileen Cruz
September 25, 2008
Autobiography: The Kidnapper

My mom and I were walking in the parking lot of Wal-Mart one late night. My brother and daddy were putting the cart away. There was a man following me. My mom got in the car while I was trying to get the door open. A man came up and grabbed my arm! He was dragging me to a car. I screamed my lungs out of my throat! My dad came running over.
The man must have gotten scared because he released me and ran away. After that, my mom and dad checked me to make sure I was okay. They kept me in the house for a week. There was no sign of the man since. I will never forget the time when I was six, my heart pounding hard against my chest, and my dad saving my life. Three years later, about ten at night, I was watching the news. In the T.V, I saw my kidnapper’s face, staring at me. I had heard that 6 year old Katelyn Haber had been stabbed to death by this man who’s name was David something or another. \
I started to cry as I was walking to my room. Me, finely, a 9 year old girl, thinking about that one tragic after noon. What could have happened to me if my father wasn’t there? Suddenly, my eyes started stinging with all kinds of tears. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I remember having a dream of a little girl screaming out, “Save me save me!” No one would turn to look at her. She began to scream louder and louder. Then, a man finely turned around.
He looked like my father but with a long white beard. I thought it was her father. The man said, “Good bye Rachel.” Rachel? Rachel was my friend! Maybe that’s where I got it from. When I woke up, it was 3:00. Pitch black. I fell asleep again and had no dream. It was almost like I was dead.
From then on, until I turned 10, I had dreams exactly like that one, exactly like that one but with different people. That’s a most important part in my life.