10 days of Darkness
Move, I thought, but the only movement was the blur of white as the man passed back and forth across my immobile body. Speak, I thought, but the only sound came from his mouth, which spewed numbers and letters and foreign words. Sound and fury, signifying nothing. I was still trapped. Many people won’t understand what it means to feel pain, or the devastation of not knowing if you’re going to live or not. It was Wednesday, a hot cloudy day. Both of my parents were mad at me, I couldn’t take any longer on getting ready. My mom was waiting for me at the car; she hadn’t talked to me that morning. I was standing in front of a mirror; the living room was also my room because that summer my dad decided to remodel the entire house. The front door opened, I thought my mom had forgotten the keys because there was no sound of the car at the garage. Suddenly a mysterious guy was standing behind me, with a shaved head, dark brown eyes, husky type of body, and a tattoo on his left arm. ‘Your mom can’t wait any longer, I must take you to her’ he said. I didn’t reply in some sort of way he had intimidated me. He took me by the hands, and I got scared once we got to the front door of the house. My mom. That was all I could think of. I remember tears streaming down her your face. When she said, ‘I'll never let you go’. Days were full of pain. But I missed home. If I could go back in time, that was my only thought. I prayed every night, until ten days passed. My whole body was working on slow emotion, days just went fast. I wondered how long this could last. Maybe someday, years from now—if the pain would just decrease. I was beginning to get annoyed with myself. Fortunately, one of the kidnappers started talking to me and my only goal was to get all the useful information that I could get. Ten days, passed. I was disappointed; my brain was alive while my body was a some kind of zombie. I remember that Friday, Septembert 11th. One of the guys...
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