Where could this little girl have came from? It could not have been far from the accident. This road must have been the first road she came across along her path. Now wondering around in the woods by foot, my mind goes downhill. What if someone actually is holding these little girls hostage out here? What if he/she sees me out here. Imagine what it would do to me. It did not bother me. The only thing my mind was on was finding the second little girl safe. Stumbling around in the sticks and bushes, there was a garage a few feet in front of me. Scared for my life, looking around, there was no one or nothing around except this garage. As I got closer, there was a faint yell for help. There was a little girl that matched the description of the missing little girl off of the news. She was caged in like a wild animal. Breaking the lock off with a big piece of wood, we both started gasping for air. Just then, we heard a car door shut outside. It was her kidnapper.He threw the door opened, saw she was not in her cage, and began to panic. When he got farther away from the door, we ran out. He did not even hear us. He was so hysterical. We get about halfway to my car when, suddenly, we heard something behind us. Refusing to let this little girl turn around because it was her kidnapper behind us, she agreed to keep running and never look