All For Many

Manice cont.

"Coming mother" I yelled rolling my eyes in the process. I stepped outside blinding myself in the bright sunlight. Note to self: don't look into the sun. I blinked a few times trying to get rid of that stupid white dot you get when looking at something bright. As my eyes focused on the space in front of me I noticed three shapes they were all bigger than me except the middle one it was only about as big as me. "Oh hi mum" I mumbled "I'm here wadya want" one of the other shapes now I could tell they were men stepped forward "Hey Kelcy, how are ya sweetie, you tired today darlin'" he said, it sounded weird his voice like I dunno what but he was slurring his words together and sorta looked familiar but I couldn't place him. He wraped a buffed hand around my arm "nope im not tired .... thanks" I replied trying to keep calm thats where I remembered him from the news and he wasnt on there because he invented the TV he was dangerous; scarily dangerous "it was nice to meet you fellows but I gotta get back inside and do my schoolwork." I faked a smile and rolled my eyes as I pulled away  but the other guy lunged foward so quickly I could hardly feel the prick of the needle as it jammed into me I called for mum to help when I felt myself slipping out of it but through my drooping eyelids I could just see my mum shaking hands with the men before everything went black.

I woke with a searing pain in my shoulder, what from I don't know. I sat up quickly hitting my head on the ceiling. I looked around, confused ceilings weren't meant to be so low or made of carpet. Slowly it dawned on me I was trapped, where, I had no idea but I was trapped.  As I felt around I noticed the distinctive shape of a car boot. But if that was true why was I just sitting there not moving. Trying to sort out where I was and why I was there hurt my head so I gave up instead choosing to think of my little sister and big brother. They would be worried wouldn't they that I'm not home but maybe it's only early and what about mum if it was late surely she would call the police. As I sat there crouched in The confined space of the boot thinking of my mother, memories came back to me. Thoughts I didnt want to think. Relisations I didn't want to realise. My mother the woman who birthed me would also be the one to kill me. My mother the woman who loved me was the woman who hated me. My mother had lied. She never loved me
She never cared for me. The last 16 years of my life were 16 years of lies. I used to cry for my mother when my dad hurt her. Not any more.