Beautiful End

At The Camp

Sandra
Facing Reality
After the long stay, the plane finally took off and I felt like I was going to be sick. I cried silently into my palm as the guy sitting close to me looked over at me with concern.

I couldn't believe I was being taken out of my homeland with nothing to hold back on. I remained like that for most part of the journey and mostly drifted off, hoping it will be a dream but only woke up to realise it was true.

The guy sitting close to me tried to start up little conversations but I ignored him and after a while, shook his head and  gave up.  We ended the rest of the journey in silence.

At the airport, we were met by three people who were also dressed like the guy who was to escort me to the camp.  ALL IN BLACK.  I flinched as one of the guys gave me a toothy grin. What was with these guys and black?, did they want to relive the movie ' men in black? '.  I was ushered into a black SUV that was close to the airport. Convenient.

The drive to the camp took less than an hour and I was surprised to know that the camp as they called it, was bustling with a lot of activities and people, some my age, and others older.

I wondered how they have managed to stay hidden all these years until now.

One of the girls smiled sadly at me as I passed by.  Some group of young guys gathered around an older man, whistled when they saw me pass by.  All eyes were fixed on me and I could feel their stares even after I had left the scene and was ushered into a building.

I walked along with the guy who was appointed to look after me by the boss and had come on the plane with me and two other guys into an office where they briefed me on my duty and assigned me a room.  I was unpacking when there was a knock at the door, I opened the door to see Jonas of all people standing there in all flesh and blood, for once I must admit, I was happy to see him and smiled for the first time since my kidnapping.

As he came in and sat on the bed, he looked up and smiled sadly back.
' Trust me, its gonna be okay ',  ' This place is not as bad as you make it seem '. "I know this is quite difficult for you but I want you to know that I will be here every step of the way", he said as my eyes began watering  with tears. He got up to comfort me but I shoved him away, telling him I was okay. For some reason, he so reminded me of Elvis, the only true guy I have known and loved.

I remembered the picture I saw in the room of Jonas in his childhood days, and the picture of the  boy who looked like Elvis. I wanted to ask him about the boy but kept my mouth shut, telling myself I would ask him another time.

He left the room shortly after, asking me to call him if I needed anything.
After he had left, I looked around the room. The room was very large, it had a large bed and comfortable pillows and a walk in closet which was bigger than the one I had at home.

The floor was carpeted with the finest woollen carpet I have ever seen, and just at the edge of the bed, was the finest  soft Persian rug that massaged your feet. For a moment, I was grateful for this place.

I moved to the living room, and discovered it had  paintings of Hannah  Montana all over the walls, who ever was here before me, was either a big fan of hers or was insanely obsessed, just looking at the number of paintings there were.