Careful

Chapter 2

I see darkness all around me then I see my life as a blur. Words seep into my head the words flow into sentences and then a paragraph and it forms a poem.

This is what it said:

Depression is here everyday
And it never goes away
Go away! I yell into the dark
As if someone is there
I feel as if I'm a prisoner
In the dungeon's lair
And as always no one cares
Do I dare?
Dare to care about anyone but me?
Could it be,
Someone there?
Someone there to care?
No, just an image
That's the way it will always be
No matter how hard I try
I just want to get by
I go through life day by day,
I thought pain was supposed
To go away with time
But it's not
It's still here
Here with the fear
Fear that I will hurt more

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I blink my eyes to see that I can't see anything. I try to stand but I can't. Why can't I stand? Why can't I move my hands? What's going on? I panic and struggle against what's preventing me from moving. I stop as all the memories come crashing into my head. NO NO NO!!! This can't be happening that was just a dream! It was only a dream, no a nightmare. Its a nightmare. It couldn't be true! This can't be happening to me.
Ok calm down, focus. I'm still in the truck it seems like. I can't escape now but if I can get my hands free maybe I can fight back and run. The chances are slim but I have to try to everything I can to get away. I maneuvered my hands to trying to free them. I twisted,turned and pulled. I a sharp pain shot through my wrist and I felt something damp. I'm bleeding. I can't try to free myself if all I'm doing is cutting myself. Ugh this is frustrating. The truck abruptly stops and I slam into one side of the container. I wince from the impact but it will be fine its better then being dead. Compared with the pain of a slow death this is only a slap on the wrist.
I here a group of men and woman talking and doors of the containers can be heard. Mine opens up. I still can't see because of the blind fold but the fresh air is a dead give away.
I'm pulled out by my ankles and fall on to a gravel road. I just lay there not knowing what to do. I picked up roughly and stood up. My blind fold is taken off and I blink at the sudden brightness. I see the 12 year old girl from before and four others. I can see their features clearly in the mid-day sun.
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One has dark brown hair down to the middle of her back. She has a nice body figure and tan skin. Her eyes are emerald. She is wearing casual clothes that are a bit dirty and torn up. She looks about 16 years old. She stands in the line with a straight back but sad face.

One has dirty blond hair with brown eyes. Her hair is just below her shoulders. She has a nice figure and fair skin. She has newer cloths that are hardly dirty. (Strange) She looks to be 18 years old. She has a no facial expressions showing.

There is one boy. He has blond hair and pale skin. He has aqua blue stunning eyes. He has no shirt on so I can see his chest. He has nice muscles. He must work out or does labor for these people. He looks to be 16 years old. He stands strong and bold in the line.

Then there is the 12 year old girl who I saw when I got kidnapped.
She has pale skin and strawberry blond hair thats extremely curly. Her eyes are like a emerald that pop out because of her hair. She looks a little to skinny. Her legs are long and seem to have little muscle on her leg bones. Her cloths look as if they are rags themselves. She is slouched down and looking at the ground. She must be crying because the ground below her has wet spots.

The last person that is not a captor is another young girl. She looks to be about only 8 years old. She is an African American. She stands tall and proud confident to show no fear. I wish I could have the same expression as her. She wears a yellow dress with tennis shoes on and socks with frills on the end. If I wasn't in this particular situation I could hug her all day long. She is a really cute kid.

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The tall muscular captor that had red shot eyes was yelling all the warnings at us 6 kids/teenager/young adult. Like the one you hear in a lot on movies or books. "Don't run away or you will be punished serverly and /or be killed". " Listen to all directions, if not ,you will be punished". "You listen to your master and when called answer with Sir or Master. If you use any other name you will be punished"!

He went on and all about all the rules. we had been standing the whole time. I am starting to get a little light headed. The tall muscular guy asked if we understood. I nodded.
I glared right at me. Walked forward and slapped me hard across my face. I fell to the ground from the sudden impact.
"You respond with YES SIR, is that understood?"
"Yes sir" I answered with a hiss. He must not hear my sassiness that or he ignored which I doubt.
I tried getting up which is extremely hard with your hands behind my back. I managed to get on my knees and the kneel, and then stand. The man and everyone else was just watching. I was now full of dust and mud. I got some scratches from the rocks but they didn't hurt to bad.
The man yelled at us to get in a line and to not try to run away. 6 other kidnappers came out of a small all cement building with no windows. I didn't notice my surroundings before.

They carried with them a chain of shackles welded together.
They untied our hands from behind our back and shackled them together in the front. They must have done this a lot because I didn't get a chance to run away.
We were chained up like slaves. I guess that's what we were. Slaves.