KIDNAPPED
"I don't remember much of my early childhood, but I remember the day it happened. The day they took me away from my home and brought me to this place. I remember the long trip in the back of the car. I remember when they brought me here and put me in my new home. 'Home' is no word for this place, for this prison. The cold steel bars stand in silent opposition to my freedom. I am fed, but it is nothing like how I used to eat. This food is always the same. Always dull and tasteless. To the point where I despise it and eat it only to sustain my life. My cell is rarely cleaned. My own filth covers the floor.
I remember having a mother. I remember her voice. I remember her singing to me. Now there is no singing.
I am awakened suddenly by the sound of something hard being ran across the bars of my cell. I open my eyes and see the eyes of one of my captors. This is the larger of the two. It is he who brings my food. He who slides the bowl of warm water into my cell. He looks at me and laughs. It is a horrible laugh. Loud and ferocious. Like the roar of a lion. He speaks to me and bangs the bars of my jail. I do not understand a word he says.
I have tried to learn their language. Tried to find a way to communicate with them so that I may plead for my freedom. I managed to pick up the od phrase here or there but I don't really know what I'm saying. When I say the snippits of dialect that I have learned, the cruel beasts only laugh and point at me.
My soul sinks deeper and deeper into the darkness of depression as I lose all hope of seeing my home or family ever again. I cry at night... So that my kidnappers won't hear. Life seems hopeless.
Suddenly I am yanked from my thoughts by someone banging fiercely against the bars. I start and look to see who has come to torment me. My heart sinks. It is the shorter one. He is the bane of my existence. He tortures me daily. He screams at me through the bars and laugh as I cringe. He throws little stones in at me and sneers. When will this horror end?
I want to go home."
I remember having a mother. I remember her voice. I remember her singing to me. Now there is no singing.
I am awakened suddenly by the sound of something hard being ran across the bars of my cell. I open my eyes and see the eyes of one of my captors. This is the larger of the two. It is he who brings my food. He who slides the bowl of warm water into my cell. He looks at me and laughs. It is a horrible laugh. Loud and ferocious. Like the roar of a lion. He speaks to me and bangs the bars of my jail. I do not understand a word he says.
I have tried to learn their language. Tried to find a way to communicate with them so that I may plead for my freedom. I managed to pick up the od phrase here or there but I don't really know what I'm saying. When I say the snippits of dialect that I have learned, the cruel beasts only laugh and point at me.
My soul sinks deeper and deeper into the darkness of depression as I lose all hope of seeing my home or family ever again. I cry at night... So that my kidnappers won't hear. Life seems hopeless.
Suddenly I am yanked from my thoughts by someone banging fiercely against the bars. I start and look to see who has come to torment me. My heart sinks. It is the shorter one. He is the bane of my existence. He tortures me daily. He screams at me through the bars and laugh as I cringe. He throws little stones in at me and sneers. When will this horror end?
I want to go home."