The Escape

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Nights became longer and the days became shorter. It was dark in the house, the only light was the sun. Now it's dark, scary, and quiet. The man was never around, except the night. I feel like he is going to kill me. I think death will be peaceful, knowing that I escape the place just with a simple knife, But I can't.
To many people to say goodbye and say sorry to.

I was announced missing a month ago. Where is my savior. I don't believe they will ever come. My mom is happy that I am gone. My dad has probably remodeled my room for his man cave. My siblings are cheering with glee that I was kidnapped by the man in the white van.

I don't know what his name is but I call him the man in the white van because that's the only thing I can think of that captures him and his personality.

If I escape it wouldn't be physically, it would be mentally. What I mean by that is I would escape my feelings of this place and be a robot. A robot has no feelings, and only taking commands, and maybe, just maybe I could live longer then my expected to.

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