MY FIRST STORY
I don't know what time it is it feels late like 10 or 12 o'clock. I don't know where I am. It's cold no, no it's warm , the floor is cold. I'm on the floor I yell it echoes I think I'm in some sort of basement. Yes I know it's a basement because before I was taken me and my brother use to play in our basement in the winter. mom use to hate it she always thought we would hurt ourselves because of the concrete floor and brick walls. Mom was always over-protective that's why we got into that argument the other night. Was it the other night? How long have I been gone? Are they looking for me? What happened? Who took me? Am I ever going to get back to my old life again? So many questions not enough answers. Okay I need to move and try to get away from where ever I am.
