Kidnapped

Darkness surrounded me, no light leaked into the stone room. I lay on the hard floor trying to sleep, my right ankle was tied to a short rusty chain than irritated the skin. Tossing and turning I finally gave up the idea of sleep and just stared at the ceiling; it was made out of stone like everything else here but had an interesting pattern. 1

I never really understood why I was here, when I was thirteen these two men knocked me out and when I woke up I was here. They only bring me food and water nothing else; they don’t even speak to me! After a while I lost track of time but I can tell it’s been much longer than a year. What I find weird is I don’t mind being here, yes it’s boring and all I do is sit around waiting for them to bring me food and water but its better then my old life. My mum and dad abused me so I don’t miss them; never had any siblings or friends and I defiantly don’t miss school. Once again the door opened and one of the men walked in with a tray of food.2

“Thank you.” I said quietly as he put the food in front of me “Why am I here?” though like always he ignored me and left the room. Sighing I started to eat what I think was porridge before trying to sleep again and this time succeeding.3

I awoke to familiar yet unfamiliar sound of my parents arguing, I stood up quickly and took in my surroundings. I was back home in the garden, was it all a dream? I looked down at my right ankle, the mark from the rusty chain was still there. It wasn’t a dream but why did the bring me back? Sighing I walked back into the house, the voices of my mum and dad were faint probably upstairs.4

Then I noticed something, on the kitchen table was a batch of missing papers with a picture of me on it. Quickly I ran over to the calendar and saw what the date was. Twenty second July two thousand and eight Wednesday, I was kidnapped on the twenty second of July two thousand and two. I’ve been missing for six years.5

*Bunnies* 6