~ 2 years later~
I don’t know how long I have been here for, but I really don’t care anymore.. Ken and me still think about poor Amanda who has never came back. I hope for her sake that she is in a better place and no longer suffering. I sometimes wonder if anyone is still looking for me... or have they gave up hope on finding me. Kendall's memory is fading; she can barely remember her life before now. So I tell her all the stories about my life and the stories she told me about hers. We don’t really speak of Amanda anymore, because it hurts too much to think of her. I owe Ken and Amanda everything because they are my hope of surviving.
My hope is still strong through Ken is losing her hope. I vow to stay strong until my very last breath, with hope or no hope. For all the children that were kidnapped from their families and friends. Ken has lost a lot of weight, along with me; the people have really not fed us in a few weeks or longer. They still leave two buckets of water every day through. This life we are living is not a life it seems like hell. We are the voice of the lost children. Our childhood has been robbed from right under us. There was not chance for any of us to prevent it because we did not know that this was going to be a part of our lives. As I gather my thoughts I realized that if Ken and I are here, we are saving another girl... or at least for now.
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Vala (Editing)
Teen FictionThey saying that your life can change in a minute is a under statment. Stacey was only 7 when her life was robbed from her. She was taken away from everything she knew because she became the chosen one in the moment of seconds.
