"I'm not giving up. I'm not giving up," I continuously whispered to myself. I looked up at the flourescent white that glowed above me, and stroked my other hand. Sitting criss-cross, my eyes shut. Nothing but my powerful whispers were heard. "I won't suffer. I won't be broken. I won't get tired or wasted. I will surrender to nothing. I'll give up what I started and stop it. I'll end this and become the way I was before the beginning of it all. A new day is coming... And I will finally be free."
I will finally be free from this Hell; this Hell they threw me in. They'll regret stealing me away from my mother. They'll regret this all. I know she's fighting for me, and I know she wants me to escape. That's exactly what I'm going to do. I stared at the men calling my mother and harassing her, telling her the same thing they tell her everyday. "We have your son. If you want him back, you'll have to..." I could hear my mother sob on the other end of the phone once they say that. Their satisfied smile disgusts me. I watch them and shout in my head what I've been meaning to tell them, and that's "Run away... I'll attack. Go chase yourself like the men you should be. Run away... I'll attack." But with cruelity as strong as theirs, I may never be able to speak.
As for my mother... I could only imagine what she's thinking. "I would have kept you forever, but we had to part." It ended for both of us faster than anything. These thoughts rush through my head and are only able to get more intense. I'm losing control... Without you, I can finally see that I need to be a stronger person. I need to attack.
"Jared," a man quietly calls through the dark. "Do you miss your mother?" I did nothing but nod. "You'll be out soon. We promise," he deviously smirks. I believed him... But I shouldn't have.
My mouth slightly opened as they continued to stare at my beat up face. I won't give them anymore satisfaction than they already have. "Your promises..." I start. The men that stood before me widened their eyes. "Your promises... They... They look like lies. Y-your honesty is like the back that hides a knife... I promise you though... I promise you that... I will be free. From you. I will be with my mother: safe. I will see the world differently. You... You men will die. You will die and burn in the fires of Hell if you get the satisfaction from this. And when you do, I will be smiling... I will be smiling, and you will be gone. So, run away... Because I'll attack. I won't give up. I will be out of here."
The men scrutinized me with a terrified face under the dark shadows of this room. "You can't leave, so don't try thinking you could scare us," one says.
"Run away... Run away... I'll attack..." I repeat.
