end of an era

achilles heel | 1

A point of weakness can mean multiple things. For example, I use to have a weakness for chocolate chip ice cream and girls with soft eyes. For a boxer, it could be his right upper shoulder, the place where a single hit could be a turning point of the match. At the current moment, my Achilles Heel is my current predicament.

My current predicament? I am being held hostage. Kidnapped is a more suitable word, however.

Do not call the police yet, I need you to read this.

Yes, I am aware that I seem much too calm for someone in such a situation. Based on the passing of holidays, and other things, I am assuming I have been in this situation for about two years. I have accepted this as fact, and that this is no longer a sick joke. I have been kidnapped by a group of people whose names are not known to me. I probably will never know who they are.

My apologies, you must be confused. Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Christina Hans. I am a high junior from Concord, Massachusetts. My father is from Germany, my mother is from Concord as well, but of Somali descent. I am the captain of my varsity soccer team. My name is Christina Hans, and tonight I am going to kill myself.

Please do not be alarmed. I have thought this over backward and forwards, giving myself a mandated 90-day waiting period to make sure I wasn't just over exaggerating when the idea rammed it's way into my head. Please also understand that I am not crazy, and no one forced me, nor coerced me into doing this. This is a decision of my own free will. I will not also myself and my body to undergo the suffrage it has in the past two years no longer.

Again, I need to take a step back.

My name is Christina Omani Hans. On September 19th, around 10:30 pm, I was at a party for the graduating class of my high school when I am assuming someone put something in my drink. ( no, it was not alcohol. ) My memory of what happened after is quite incoherent. Really, all I can definitively say is I was put into a black car with Rhode Island plates. The car was a 4-seater. I was in and out of conscious. Anything else is speculation in my mind.

When I had finally woken up for the last time, I was in a room with other people from my age to as young as seven. Many were still asleep, some were awake. There were older people with clipboards inspecting us. Some were speaking Spanish, some French, and there was even a young boy being held likewise to myself that spoke German. ( Thanks, Dad for teaching me your native language ) The young boy didn't know his own name, unfortunately. But he said he had been bought and sold for as long as he could remember. Anything else I can say about this is not relevant nor necessary.

To make a long story much shorter, from that point I was bought by a man who had me call him Papi. If I called him anything else, I received some type of injury ranging from a slap, to a full throttle knockout. And for the next two years, I was held as a sex slave. I am assuming I am being held some place in Mexico, if not anywhere else in the United States.

On to the important facts, Papi took a special interest in me. He did not hit me as much as he did the other girls and boys with me, I got to sleep in a nicer room, with nicer food, and nicer girls. In the last few months, Papi bought me special clothes and I slept in his bed. Of course, this was not a one-sided bargain. My special treatment resulted in his special treatment. I couldn't complain, however.

Papi's Achilles Heel was trusting me.

Papi's real name is Manuel Garcia. He is a Puerto Rico native, grew up in Los Angeles. His mother died when he was 5 years old. Manuel Garcia loves some old movie called Casablanca, and Manuel Garcia is dead. Manuel Garcia is 25 years old, and Manuel Garcia is dead.

My name is Christina Hans, I am 19 years old, I loved Manuel Garcia and I killed Manuel Garcia.

I am aware of the sexual, emotional and physical abuse that I have endured from his own hands, and at his notion. I am aware that I have been raped countless times by him. And I am aware that I loved him. It is called Stockholm Syndrome. I did a report on it for my AP Psychology class when I was a freshman. How ironic. I am a perfect, living and breathing example of it.

I am aware of the murder I just committed, and the suicide I plan on committing.

It wasn't self-defense. He wasn't hurting me. He was playing a stupid game on his phone. I don't know why I did it. I just did. No thinking, only action.

You may be thinking, Christina, what the hell? Why kill yourself, just run away.

Trust me, I have tried in the past. His people are everywhere. And when they find me, I will be back in the same position.

My Achilles Heel is my fear. My fatigue. I am tired. I don't feel like fighting for my life anymore.

Now, Dear Reader. My apologies for this, when I opened Facebook on his computer, you were the first name I saw when I typed in Christina. Again, I apologize.

You have a set of choices at the end of this message. Call 911, do nothing, or panic. My hope is that you select the first option.

My father's name is Anton Hans, and my mother is Aziza Hans. I hope that the police or yourself contact them to alert them of my death. Thank you for passing on this message.

My name is Christina Omani Hans, I am from Concord, Massachusetts, I love the color mint green, I was kidnapped on September 19th, 2013, I killed Manuel Garcia, and now I am going to kill myself.

Thank you for reading.

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okay hi all, welcome to this story. i realize that the way this book works might be kind of confusing, so i shall explain it to you.

each chapter is different and doesn't not relate to the previous chapter at all. each chapter features a different character and their life and/or problems, etc.

for example, if you are familiar with the tv show the twilight zone, and how each episode is different, it's like that. for example, in this "episode" you learned about christina, in the next episode, you will learn about a woman named alice. and the episode after, someone else. 

get it? i know its weird but think of them as one-shots kinda. lil blurbs about someone doing crazy stuff. any questions, please feel free to pm me, or better yet, leave a comment! thank you for reading

- yours truly, kosmicki.