aka The Frazzled Mom
“Just calm down,” Karl said over and over as he took in another deep breath. The claustrophobic feeling was overpowering and he was about to have another meltdown at being imprisoned, when his ears picked up the sound of gravel crunching under foot. Swallowing his scream, he hoped whoever it was would help him.
“Hello?” he cried out desperately. “Can you hear me? I’m trapped in the trunk. Please, get me out? Help me!”
“Shh, now,” he heard the disembodied voice whisper.
“Help me…please?” he whispered back.
“I’m here now. Be still and quiet. I’ll get you out,” the soothing female voice answered.
He heard a few scrapes on the metal outside. Whoever this woman was, she couldn’t possible get him out. She grunted and the car bounced slightly. Was she trying to open the trunk? It was most likely locked. Just when he was going to tell her to get help, he heard a click and fresh air flow in as the trunk was opened.
“Thank God!” Karl exclaimed as he scrambled out.
He was about to thank his savior when a sharp pain hit the base of his neck, burning his skin as a buzzing sensation shot through him. Every muscle seized up. He lost his balance and fell. Small rocks scraped his face. The gash must have opened further as more blood ran down into his eye. He groaned but couldn’t move. His brain screamed instructions, but his body wouldn’t comply.
The feeling of helplessness was claustrophobic. Karl felt a small glimmer of hope. He could move the tips of his fingers, or at least he thought they were moving. A shadow loomed over him. He tried to fight the paralysis to no avail. A chemical smelling cloth was placed over his nose and mouth. He held his breath, but when his lungs began to burn, he had no choice. He breathed in the toxic vapors. As the fumes invaded his body, his vision grew blurry once again, and all he could think of was he was going to die.