The night I was free from being kidnapped.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short summary of something that occurred to me that I thought only happens in movies. I was held hostage for 6 months by a man. One night I found the keys to the deadbolt and was able to escape.... until he came back. By some miracle there was authorities at a home that was being built next door and they were my saving grace. I look back at this and just can't believe I lived to tell about it.

Submitted: June 16, 2013

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Deep deep , this secret that I keep. I can still feel the presure on the side of my head. Fear and anger , and nothing left to do , but pray that my memories in a moment won't end. I reminence about the birth of my children , and the tears sting as they fall into my mouth . Letting go, let go, a eurphoric moment alas. Adrenaline numbs my skull from the pressure , and the antisipation of the blast. I feel your anger, resent , but will you repent ? I wish right now you'd find it in your heart, that this isn't for me. I pray, I beg, " Please don't do this , set me free ! " His saliva is thick as it reaches mine. I grasp in a cold sweat the handle of a door. I wonder if I will ever open a door again. Once again I scream, "  You will regret this ! " , in a frightening plea. Just let me get my things, I won't tell, please please, just let me go free... Like a rabid dog , your teeth are closed , and the words protrude through them , as I fall out into a distant memory . Don't pull the trigger.... I imagine a million moments within a flash. I try not to believe that within seconds I will be an empty aftermath . The blood destroys a portrait of my dreams and I sob and exhale what I think t be my last breath. I scream I am sorry to my children , and accept this moment as my last and my death. He whispers in my ear that he loves me, and is crying as well. I clentch to this moment , for maybe he does still feel . I love you , why'd you try to leave", as I feel once again the pressure against the side of my head, and I become friends with the sickness, the feeling of the steal . I realize this and am angered , " Just do this now... just get it over with ! " You dumb fuck... why me, why me!!! I leave again to another place, and I am not alone, I feel comfort, and someone tells me its going to be alright . I hear the click as you fall over me from the realization that you pulled the trigger. Nothing.. the gun had chambers not loaded . I see a flash, and I am back! " Save me, save me... , I muttle as I fumble for the handle . The moment had come the opening of a door . I am numb, and I try to scream . As I fall onto the soil , I welcome the taste of the dirt. I hear the action of life, and behind me you scream... , " Don't do this to me" , " I love you " I limp away, and my voice slowly comes back after being choked to silence. I enhale the air , and grasp ahold of lifes breath. " Help me, Help me, he tried to kill me !! " I feel safe. lights are flashing , blue and red, a new birth once again. In a blank stare , dispair , I just see them place the cuffs on the hands that held that gun, choked me, , and I must say , I still feel sad. I wish he could see that it wasn't me he was trying to kill , but the past he was trying in his head to solve, and trying to satisfy , and maybe fix somehow , and help yourself with forgetting. I leave alive , and not knowing the days to follow, but that is okay. that fear had now been realeased with a hard , thick penetrating swallow. ..... How does these moments happen.. how do we end up here? I do not know.. but I learned so much that night.. and how to hide even the life of a tear. 


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