Another six months have passed, and Alison still stuck between the bars.
She was afraid. She was afraid from the bars that blocked her, she was afraid Trevor , the guy who kidnapped her , she was afraid he'll beat or abuse her.
She wanted to go out to the world but she's was frightened. She didn't know what was happening outside , what has changed. She was afraid of the time passing. Her Life passing before her eyes.
She was afraid to meet new people, she was afraid she would not see her family again, or they forgot her. She was afraid people would think that she's different, not special , different.
When Trevor went bring some food, or just hanging out, she screamed , hoping someone would hear and save her from this dark place.
"I'm going out for a ride, don't go anywhere. " Trevor told me and threw me a peace of bread, went upstairs. "where else could I go" I've been thinking to myself.
I heard the door slam , waited a few minutes he move away from home. I tried to push the bars or open the lock in my both hands , but they were too weak. I tried to scream and shout as always, but as usual no one heard or came for help.
I sat in the corner hugging my legs and crying. Fear and desire to go out were stronger than me. I breathed a little, looked about the room if there is a way to get out . I looked with blurred vision until I found something. It was a black pole, I think it made of Iron. I tried to reach it but it was too far. I stretched as far as I could, my muscles hurt so badly, the bars rubbed my skin. "Ahhh come on !" I screamed from pain. After a long time I finally got it.
I pulled the pole, I could barely see. I hold it and started knock on the ceiling hoping someone will hear the banging. "Help me ! Please ! Could someone hear me ? Help !" I screamed. one hour, two hours passed and nobody came. "I can't do this anymore" I wispered started to cry. I was so weak. No one came , didn't bother to think that there is someone , somewhere. My tears start falling to the ground as I put my head one the floor, laying and holding my rubbed skin. I wish that someone would hear me someday, so I can go to free.
Yawning and closing my eyes, thinking about the day that someone will save me, and make me smile.
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