Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 24 - A Walk Down Memory Lane

Chapter 24 - A Walk Down Memory Lane

I haven't been outside in a while.

Wait, no. That's a lie. I was outside yesterday when I passed out. But I was unconscious and panicked, so that doesn't count.

I inhaled and smiled as I walked down the busy sidewalks.

One person.

I could tell one person here about my situation and they'd probably help me.

But then I would risk my family's safety. I would risk my own safety. Telling one person could ruin my entire life.

Telling one person would put me in so much agony, that I would want to do more than just cut myself. It would ruin my chances with everything I have and anything I don't have.

I'm trapped.

I'm stuck in a situation where if I ask for help, everything will go downhill.

I was happy a couple seconds ago. How can I make my mood change just by thinking?

I came out here to think. I came out here to change my mood about things.

I breathed again and looked around. People surrounded me, yet they paid no attention. They minded their own business and I liked that. I missed the feeling of being invisible. I hated getting all of the attention. Always being under someones watch.

Thank you for ignoring me.

But then there was a shift in the air and I felt someone's eyes on me.

This is just like the first day. Everything felt peaceful and then the air shifted, leading to me getting kidnapped.

Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, I reached for the pocket knife in case anything happened.

But then everything felt nice again. As if nothing happened at all. Nobody was watching me anymore. Or maybe they looked away.

I walked faster. My hand still set on the pocket knife. No chances.

I sighed in relief when I got to the Central Park Playground. A clear space to think be more aware.

I walked over to the swings and sat on one, rocking it slightly. I smiled weakly as I rested my head on the chain.

I miss this.

The feeling of comfort; safty.

The playground was completely empty. It looked cloudy, so I guess parents got worried.

I stared at the vacant slide. Memories flowed back into my mind. They were good memories. They were old memories. Back when dad was alive. I believe I was about five years old.

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"Trixy! Ruby! Let's go on the slide!" I grinned.

All three of us ran up to the top of the playground and went down all at the same time. I was in the front of the 'train' so when we got to the bottom of the slide, Rubine and Shae landed on me. Thankfully, it was nothing serious. I got a sprained ankle so I started crying. Then Rubine and Shae started crying because they felt guilty.

Dad ran over to the problem and panicked. He had to deal with three crying toddlers.

"How about I get you an ice pack while we all have ice cream? Does that sound good?" He smiled softly, picking me up so I didn't move my ankle anymore.

Shae and Rubine stopped crying when he said "ice cream" and I kept crying but nodded since I was the only one in pain.

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