Chapter one: The worst and best times
Memories of my child hood flashed through my mind, sending emitted tears down my face, I was scared of my past it seems like it hosts me no matter how far I run. I sat In my cold dark room filled with fear, hoping that no one would hear My silent tears. The enemy of everyone is fear we think its hate, but its actually fear, fear destroys more relationships then hate ever will. I felt my face begin to get hot with a angry as I heard rough voices down stairs, The voices of my kidnappers. They had been all I had known since I was three, But I have never seen there faces. When Ever they are around me They wear Green, blue or red masks, so one Day when they let me go I will not be able to give the police any information on what they look like or what they were trying to gain by violently taking me from everything I had ever known or loved. I have no family they were all killed after I resisted in helping my kidnappers, five years ago, I was only nine, and Had no since of right or wrong because I grow up in suck vile endearments. I sat on my rock hard bed, as I heard someone stomp up the stairs, It was probably sam, the nice one, He was the only one I know the name of the other one was always silent and mean, He was the one that killed my parents. The thought of my parents made me want to cry, But I never cried in front of my kidnappers it was a seine of weakness to them and I would surely be punished. And I wasn't willing to be soaked in cold water and left to freeze for a hour out side in the unbearable temperatures, honestly It was a stupid punishment that I have had over one hundred times, for small things that could never be noticed but were. ..............I stood up as my door creaked open, I didn't know why there were here, but they were. I wiped away my tears, hiding my face from them for a split second. Sam came and stood by my side, That was the closed he had ever gotten to me. Then He grabbed my arm, and put something called a Mar around my hands making it hard for me to move. A mar is what replaced hand cuffs ten years ago, It is a thin place of medal, that rapes itself around your whole hand.
