Death or love
Harry Johnson died at age eighteen. Harry went skateboarding through the park on his skateboard, “Old Reliable,” He’s had that skateboard since his 11th birthday. He loved it so much. It was like a child to him. It looked like a board with giant razor sharp teeth on it. Harry skated till he reached a tree, he sat down and started to read, The Hunger Games. He reached into his pocket and took out his headphones, then plugged them into his IPod. BAM, he hadn’t noticed his IPod was on full blast. “S***," Harry muttered as he turned it down. The song was “Knives and Pens” By Black Veil Brides.

While Harry was fixated on his book, a man came from behind the tree with a cloth and leaned down quickly and put it to Harry’s mouth. Harry tried to resist, the man kept saying, “Just breathe it in dammit.” Harry finally gave up and breathed in a sickly smell. He went unconscious right away. The man then dragged Harry by his feet into the woods to his cabin. The man had accidentally left the book, Harry’s skateboard and his earphones and IPod.

When Harry awoke, he was tied to a bed and the man was sitting next to him. Harry actually could get a better look at the man in case he got free. Long brown hair, green eyes, and short and fat.
“HELP!” Harry yelled thrashing about in his ropes.
The plump man put a finger to his lips and said, “Shhh you wouldn’t want to wake up anyone, now would you,”
“You’re crazy,” Harry said spitting in the man’s eye. The man slapped Harry on the cheek leaving a large red hand print on Harry’s pale white skin.
“Why did you kidnap me,” Harry asked cringing, wanting to rub the mark on his face with his hands.
“Your parents owe me money, I thought they’d give me the money if I had their favorite son,” The evil little man said.
Harry looked him in the eye and said, “I’m not their favorite,”

“Let me go you crazy man,”

“No can do, little boy.” The chap said.

“You better let me go,” Harry screamed wriggling in the ropes.

“Or what? What’ll you do?” The man said going upstairs to get a gag. He came back downstairs with duct tape and proceeded to duct tape Harry’s mouth shut.
“You’ll never get away with this,” Harry said before his mouth was taped. Harry’s phone started ringing in his pocket. He knew it was either his brother or his parents. The man reached into Harry’s pocket and grabbed the phone.
“Hello,” He said.
Harry screamed under his gag.
The man smacked Harry in the face causing him to fall unconscious, “Harry is with me. He’s safe, for now,” man said.
“Martin, stop let Harry go, he’s not part of this,” A woman’s voice screamed.
“Oh but he is now, Miriam,” Martin said in a rude manner.
“Martin please, we have the money just please don’t hurt him.”
“Meet me at the edge of the forest at 12:00 tonight, with the money and you’ll see your son,” Martin whispered into the phone.
“Alright,” Miriam, Harry’s mother holding back sobs.
It took Harry a while to wake up after that blow to the head. At 11:50, he woke up and was being forced into a car with his hands taped behind his back. Martin hadn’t been looking and smashed Harry into the car door breaking Harry’s nose.
“F***,” Harry muttered as he squirmed. Blood was streaming down Harry’s nose and onto the grass. Martin threw Harry into the trunk. Harry started to get pissed off as he moaned and struggled from the pain.
Martin closed the trunk and ran to the driver’s side and got in and started driving to the edge of the forest. Ten minutes later he saw another car and police cars all around the forest. “S***,” He muttered. Martin got out of the car and quickly went to the trunk and grabbed Harry putting a switchblade to his neck.
“One wrong move and this Harry kid is history!” Martin yells out. Harry’s muffled screams could faintly be heard from under his gag.
“Let him go right now.” Someone said.
“Oh I’ll let him go, hand over the money.” Martin said.
Harry craned his neck to see who was talking. PLOP, someone had just thrown a bag of money at Martin’s feet. Harry looked at the ground and started to sob. He knew that this “Martin” fellow was going to kill him once he got the money. He stared at the ground as he saw three sets of feet walking toward them. Harry tried to run away, as he stomped on Martin’s foot.
“Oh you little b****.” Martin slapped Harry and put the knife to his neck, cutting it till a small ribbon of blood trickled down his neck.
“Help,” Harry squeaked out.
“Look Martin, you have the money, just let him go, please.” George, Harry’s father said angrily.
Harry took one last look at his family as Martin pulled the knife and cut into his neck. Harry’s head rolled off and the family screamed as it rolled toward them.