I was standing in line, waiting to get my bag checked when two hands grabbed a hold of my upper arms and started dragging me away. I struggled to escape while I screamed my roommate’s name, hoping she would hear me over all the laughter and excitement. I had waited all semester for this trip and here I was; being torn away as I watched Cinderella’s castle disappear from view.
“What did I do?” I screamed as I kicked at the shins of the men carrying me away from the park. “What could I possibly have done?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.” The stone faced man continued looking forward as I broke down into a sobbing panic.
Two months ago my roommate and the rest of her Speech and Debate team had won an all-expense paid trip to Disney World. She had picked me to be her guest after she watched me struggle to stay afloat in classes while working full-time as a waitress. She felt that out of everyone she knew, I deserved a vacation the most. But here I was; being thrown into a van by two men in black suits.
The inside of the white van looked exactly the way they often do in the movies; dark and bare. This one though, had a small opening covered with mesh to allow communication between the driver and their captive. For the first fifteen minutes of the drive I sat huddled in the corner, going through everything I had done since I boarded the American Airlines flight at six o’clock in the morning, trying to figure out what exactly these men could need me for. The ride was rough and I eventually got tired of hitting my head against the back doors. At a stop I slowly crawled up and rested my head next to the mesh opening.
“I just want to know what all of this is for.” I whimpered into the opening.
The men looked at each other and laughed. I began to wonder if these men walked up to the park and picked the first vulnerable person they saw. But they were dressed so well and the blue tooth devices they had in their ears seemed to be giving them specific directions.
I cleared my throat and asked one more time.
“What did I do?”
“Well miss, since you’ve cooperated so well.” The man in the passenger seat was speaking to me as the driver starred forward, a small smile forming on his face. “If you must know, we have evidence of you carrying and using heroin inside of the park.”
“You heard me.”
I was paralyzed. I grew up in a small town, I had never even seen heroin, let alone put it in my system. Not only that, they had scooped me right out of the crowd on my very first day in Florida.
“That isn’t possible!” I screamed.
“No? Why not?”
“I’ve never in my life done heroin. Today is my first day in Florida. I could give you a laundry list of reasons.”
As soon as the last word escaped my mouth I felt the van stop. This is it, I thought, I’m either dead or we’ve arrived at our destination. Neither option was one I wanted to deal with. The back doors that I had been thrown through a half an hour earlier opened.