The unexpected

Countless days

ONE MONTH:

I lost track of time I hadn't seen the light nor sun for a long time. I thought I'd never seen my friend nor family again, sometimes I even thought "I wish it was someone else" but I directly regretted saying that. I don't know where I was everything is dark. I think the space is about 2x3? not more maybe less. It's hard to think, I could only worry. Are people trying to find me?

THREE MONTH'S IN:

I gained trust, the man talked with me. I knew his name, to be honest I don't know why he chose me or if he's related to me. His name was Nathaniel Perks, a 23 years old man. I've heard the name before but I can't recall. I got a bit used to the space I had but it's still so weird.

FIVE MONTH'S IN:

He let me out once, but he watched me 24/7. I felt saver inside the room I've been living in. Even-though I could walk in a bigger room there was no chance of escaping. The windows were taped off and I was brought blindfolded. I'm still wondering why he's holding me hostage.

EIGHT MONTH'S IN:

I was sleeping on the little mattress I had and Nathaniel suddenly woke me up, it kinda shocked me. He said "let's go out" at first I thought he was going to set me free but no it was just walking again. I was blindfolded and I felt this warmth? I knew it was the sun and I knew I was outside. At that moment it didn't matter if I saw the sun or not, the warmth was enough for now. I still didn't know the day, but I was happy to be outside and alive.

Suddenly I heard a car and and the next thing I knew was pain. The car crashed into me. The blindfold blowed off my face onto the ground, I saw the sun for the fist time in eight months. I knew I were going to die at some point but I didn't expect it to be this way. It may sound selfish but the last thing I thought was "at least I was happy" instead of "I love you mom and dad" or "I miss you".