Stolen (COMPLETED)

Game Over

I don't remember what happened after I saw the doors of the police station.

They say when you die seven seconds of your life flash before you and it's your best and worst memories.

It may have been seven seconds but it sure as hell didn't feel like it.

I saw my mother, elegant and beautiful in her summer dress, hanging out the washing. She loved summer. Maybe she still does. I was only four and I saw her hanging out my favourite jeans so I ran over to take it when I fell over, I slipped forward and landed face first into our glass table in the garden. Mummy came over to me and grabbed me, cussing under her breath and telling Cameron to call the ambulance. The gentle smell of linen and lavender comforted me. I didn't want to get blood on her summer dress though. It was too beautiful.

Then I was six, three days before I was taken was my birthday, four days before I was taken was the day my father left. My father. I remember I woke up and went to school, I came back and took a nap and when I woke up Mummy and Cam were together and that's when I was told that my father had left, that I had no father.

We didn't celebrate my birthday that year.

I bet she wishes we did.

But then I saw a white van and shouting and tape on my mouth. My wrists tied up and bleeding and my loud cries for my mother -

When I opened my eyes I was blinded by large lights and the smell of hospital. The blue of the room. I was lying down flat and a doctor looked at me and cried "she's awake" but within seconds I was asleep again.

Finally, I peeled my eyes open and sat up in start but whined out in pain, at this moment a doctor came up and told me;

I passed out in front of the station and hit my head. Apparently I was malnourished, which I didn't know what it meant and dehydrated.

But I had lived.

I had made it.

And I was going to make sure the rest of them did too.