✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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| Chapter 1 | Vanilla
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
I moan before turning over. My alarm reading 7:30am. Telling me it's time to get out of bed.
Forget that.
I pull the blankets back up over my head and shut out the world. Last night had been one of the worst sleeps I've had. They were back. They haven't been back for as long as I can remember, but whenever they are sleep is almost out of the question.
My nightmares have become more vivid. My therapist always told me that due to the fact that the traumatic events in my life happened at such a young age, I should just continue to forget as I grow up. Boy was she wrong.
My name is Brooklyn Alden, and when I was 6 years old I was kidnapped by the mafia, at least I think that's what they were. I was walking to what I thought was my favourite guards car, but I was wrong. Waking up in a cold dark basement, I remember the panic I felt before two men walked in.
Teddy and Shadow.
At least that's what I remember them as. I never learned there names and still to this day cannot picture their faces. When I explained all this to my therapist- or my 'mental health guide' as Papá likes to call her to make me feel less insane- she simply explained that it was a coping mechanism. They held me captive for 7 months before the day I was saved.
"Shadow and Teddy caused you to develop extreme anxiety. Leading to your very frequent panic attacks. So in your nightmares it is normal for you to block out the face of your tormentors." My therapist would always repeat whenever I asked her why I couldn't put a face or a name on them.
She wasn't wrong. Since that dark time of my life, panic attacks and anxiety were a very common occurrence for me. I still haven't been able to get over my fear of closed spaces. Claustrophobia, is what she called it.
