'Fifteen year old Enola Basque has now been found after being missing for four years. But more about that later..........' The news blared out at me in the waiting room of the BBC studios. As I sat biting my nails I realised I would be on that screen in just over ten minutes. It was a mistake coming here. Everybody had said it but I didn't listen. I thought I was too good to listen. I had just ducked out of danger's reach and now I'm straight back in.
'We're ready for you,' my head shot up as a woman in a smart suit with an earpiece and clipboard called me in to the studio. My eyes darted around the corridor as my feet took turns on the floor. I ran through all the possible questions that he would ask me and what I would say in reply. Then I gave up. I remembered the only advice my cousin told me about talking on TV 'Just tell the truth or it'll all get too out of hand.' I could hear his voice saying it over and over, then I remembered, he was dead now. It was all my fault. I was about to start crying when I realised I was being pushed into a big sofa which was at an angle to a big armchair. Sat in that armchair was an odd looking man. He was quite small with curly hair and yellow teeth. A new drug was found in the mountains of Antarctica, that's why everyones teeth were yellow, bar mine. It was far worse than tabacco and far more addictive. It was found in 2078, twelve years ago. It disgusted me. That drug is what got me into all of this, or so I thought. I started to tune in to what he was saying when he said my name.
'So Enola, what was it like being away from home for four whole years?' how dare he? He knows very well that....
'Well, I'm sure most of the viewers out there know that I don't have a home, I live on the street.' I said smugly just to annoy him.
'Ah yes, so you do. Where abouts were you?' he asked trying to dish it all out.
'I was in a cellar until,' I gulped 'until my cousin,Evarb, came.' I looked down after I said this, dreading what I knew he was going to ask.
'Where is your cousin now?' he said grinning at me.
'He died, for me. He bursted into the cellar, grabbed me and ran. He got shot by the man who took me and I was forced to watch him suffer and die. I was forced to, do you know how hard that is? Well? Wait, don't even answer that, of course you don't. You have never had to do a thing in your Goddamn life' I started to raise my voice.
'Hey, listen kid...'
'No you listen, don't act as if you know everything that goes on because I am sure as Hell that all you know you have just read from a hologram telling you the news.' his eyes narrowed at me and I laughed. 'I'm leaving this shit hole, this was a bad idea and I hope you know what you just made me relive you bastard!' I stood up, nodded to the camera and stormed outside. What had I just done? They are coming for me for sure now. I ran through the street into the woods and threw up. The thought of my bleeding cousin sickened me, the thought of Relaets sickened me. I kept vomiting until blood started to come out. I wish I had died as soon as I got taken, four years ago. I just wanted to save my brother, Deislap, he was three. Now he is dead too. I have nobody and it is all my fault. I wrote this to remind you not to take what you have for granted, to tell you what actually happened. Read it and then burn it. You must not tell a soul about this. The Aidem will hunt you down if you know the truth. But I know, and I will never let that go. This is for you and this is what actually happened when I was abducted.
