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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

This short story is about the thoughts of a girl who is kidnapped at a very young age.

DARK...It was dark. My world was DARK. Freedom? I had none of it. NONE. Well, you can say that I had no permission to even breathe independently. It wasn’t my mistake. It wasn’t. I got kidnapped when I was around 3 years old because my family couldn’t pay the debt for a long time, like a really long time, some 3-4 years.

But, anyhow, how was it my fault? What did the debt get to do with me? Why did I get deprived of my freedom? I would even watch other people who were kidnapped, even die in front of me if they failed to carry out the orders. To be honest, I was 13 years old and I still hadn’t seen the head of the people who kidnapped me. Every person kidnapped would be put in a dark room without any windows or anything. We were given food and water only two times a day.

I missed the colors, the colorful world outside. The only color I could see was BLACK. Apparently, there was a girl who was put in the room next to mine. We started talking. She was one year older than me. After some days of talking, we became best friends. We were called to do all sorts of things there, from doing manual labor to poisoning someone.

Since I was kidnapped at such a small age, I started to forget what was right or wrong. I started forgetting the image of what my mother looked like. I never ever even saw what my best friend looked like. We could only listen to each other’s voices. She told me about her family and how much she missed them. She was kidnapped when she was 7.

Have you ever felt like you are deprived of freedom, but even if you are given that freedom back, you still didn’t have anything with you? Yes, that’s what I felt. I hoped that one day we could go out. But, even if we went out, there was no one I could go to. I didn’t know which country or place we were in neither I remembered any faces of my family members. I often questioned myself about what I had done wrong. If I had been given the option of being born or not being born, I would have definitely preferred not being born.

I want my family back.

I want to see the colorful world again.

I want to go to school and study.

I want to eat delicious food.

I never wanted something so desperately before.

I want to escape.

I need to escape.


Submitted: February 20, 2021

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