STOLEN

HELP ME

Chapter 3

Help me

Don't you see my life is a mess and I didn't think I could be in this position after all the terrible positions I was already in, but I guess I was wrong? Long story short I'm in a dark room, well not a dark room, a dark wardrobe. I have been in this dark wardrobe for 10 days now. I think. I'm not exactly sure since I lost track of the day and night. It is them again but there is fewer of them there used to be around seven but now there are only four. You are probably wondering what got me into this position well let's just say I was basically kidnapped except I'm not a kid. I keep hearing screams and whispers all around me which recall memories of the war and everything I have been through the screaming sounds familiar, but I can't seem to put a finger on it. The voices are driving me crazy I can't take this anymore I want to get out of here.

I don't understand what they want from me. Why can't they just leave me? I don't have money if that's what they want from me. I certainly don't have anything left in my life that is valuable to me anymore so what could it be?

At that moment one of them opened the wardrobe door, I could see the light of day again, but my slight joy quickly shifted back to misery. He grabbed me then a polyester black cloth was tied around my head to prevent me from seeing anything. I then heard a familiar voice screaming for help. Her voice was high pitched as though she was getting tortured it wasn't a scream of fright it was a scream of help. I recognized the voice but couldn't match it with anyone I know. Before even trying to think about who's the voice was, I was pushed on a chair whilst my hands and legs were being tied. I heard a deep voice. A voice as deep as the ocean but without the happy fishes swimming. I heard him ask if I was ready, to that I responded 'yes' I didn't hesitate as I knew that being hesitant upon an answer can lead to my death. Perhaps there was some good use after all out of being a war photographer.

HELP ME! I heard her scream I couldn't see but I felt as though she was close to me as if she was right next to me. They finally removed my blindfold and I could see again though I regret wanting to see it now, all I want is to go back in the wardrobe after what I have witnessed.

Blood on the walls both wet and dried, nail marks showing how much people suffered in this room, carved out letters in the grey, brick walls. Lastly, a woman I can almost recognize sitting right across me glaring into my soul. She had blue ocean eyes, golden luscious hair but she was covered in her own blood, red liquid dripping down her arms. I couldn't help but stare back at her, examining her. Then it hit me. It was....