Lost And Found

Prologue

A Few Years Earlier

All I remembered was the pure white light that covered my whole face. I did not care about how I had no control over my body, nor did I care about the memories I was missing before this moment when the white light struck my face. I just focused on the white light. So warm and pure, I felt so safe in the heated embrace of what I believed was God coming to take me away from this world. Nothing would hurt me during that moment in time, since God would have protected me from any harm.

When I awoke from my coma the white light still kept me warm for a few minutes. I tried to bring myself closer to it so that I could escape from this world. Then I felt a shiver run through my body which made all the hairs on my body stand on their ends. The shiver caused me to feel sharp pains all over my body. I was no longer safe. I felt like something, or someone, was coming after me. When I tried to move my limbs, I realized that I could barley move around and I only saw a fraction of my surroundings as I could only turn my neck a certain amount. I wondered what happened to me.  

I had very little memories of my past; there were little bits and pieces but not much. I could not remember my home, my family, or my age. I didn’t even know my own name. What happened to me? What did I do to be stuck here? I started to believe that this was an earthly version of hell. I started shaking my head and shut my eyes tightly. I rewound my mind with the hope that I could find a way to remember anything from my past life. After my search came up empty, I tried once again to move all my body parts hoping they would finally wake up.

I noticed that my arms and legs were tied to a cold metal slab upon which I was laying on. Tears started to fall from my eyes, as fear started eating away at my soul. I had no idea what I had done to be stuck in this situation. I was terrified when I realized that my legs had been shattered to pieces and my shoulders were dislocated.

 The room I occupied reminded me of the pictures I had seen in history class of the shower chamber Hitler had sent the Jewish people to. Small green tiles covered all the walls of the square room and the shower heads were spaced about a meter apart. Large white tiles coated the floor, but the floor was not white at all.

Red liquid in large pools covered the once pure white floors. When I pulled on the handcuffs that were attached to my arms, more blood splashed on the floor, causing me to scream in pain. I realized that I was not only abused in this place, but raped as well. The pains I felt in the pit of stomach were not the same pains that came from not eating for a week. These pains were much worse. I needed to escape.

While I screamed for help, I heard a noise coming from outside the room. I started to feel my heart skip so many beats, I was certain I would have a heart attack soon. I screamed louder and I looked for a window or door so that I could see my future saviour. After I found the metal door - which was hidden by the same green tiles that were on the wall - I stared at it with a genuine smile as I awaited my hero.

The smile continued on until I finally noticed the man entering the room. While he slid his slim body through the door that was slightly open, I felt tears fall from my eyes and stream down my cheek. I had no idea who this man was, but I was certain he was the reason for my captivity. By his smile and the way he confidently walked, I could tell he had kidnapped me for his own personal gain.

          Continuous screams from my almost dead body filled the room until the man rushed over to my side. He ran his skinny fingers through my blonde hair, brought his lips to my ear, and slowly whispered to me.

The man stopped speaking and brought his face over mine. I looked at him and I could tell that he was trouble. Brown hair that somewhat resembled a beard covered his face and his smoky brown eyes stared deeply into my soul. I looked back at him and I could tell that he was dissecting me into pieces slowly in his mind. He licked his lips which made the fear became even more real.