I was Weak but got Stronger...

Chapter5: Pray and Having Faith

Chapter 5: Pray and Having Faith

I woke up to a door slamming, my head was pounding, and I just wanted to go back home. Home is where my heart is, not this dreadful place! The stench is horrid and it burned my eyes to a point of tears, just like when you cut up an onion.

I'll be in this dungeon for three days now coming up at midnight. Nobody has talked to me since the night I was taken, but its alright. Who would want their kidnappers to talk to them?

As I sat on the thin green yoga mat I took a look at the room I was in, taking in every detail. The room had one light bulb barely lighting the place up. If it weren't for the little rectangular window, I wouldn't be able to see where I was sitting at the moment. The walls were all black with dents and holes the size of my head. Along the ceiling there were little black eight-legged freaks crawling around in their webs, waiting for its prey to fly and get stuck in its trap. As I looked closer at the webs, one spider had its prey. Wrapping it in its sticky, white web for a late midnight snack.

My eyes darted to the door as the handle started rattling. Then in came an averaged height woman with a mask on. The same mask as last time, it was a clown mask...it didn't help any that I was slightly scared of clowns.

"How are you doing"? The mystery woman asked me, clearly having some type of voice panel in her mask making her voice change into a darker one. Almost like Darth Vader's voice.

I just sat there staring at her, not in the mood to talk to anybody. Then I heard footsteps come closer to me, gripping my cheek with a death grip. My lips puckered up as she did so. "You will answer me Bricklen, even if I have to beat it out of you". She snickered while patting my head like you would a damn dog.

"I'm not a dog". I stated, clearly annoyed at her actions she pulled just a second ago, "So stop treating me like one". I crossed my arms over my chest and laid my head against my knees.

"You are such a little, attention seeking, whore. Throwing that stunt last month about cutting yourself. I've got to admit it though, it was a good job of seeking attention". She clapped her manicured hands together. What grasped my attention was the little star tattoo on her left wrist or was that black sharpie? I couldn't really tell, I was to far away to see. Maybe if the room was a little bit brighter I would be able to pin-point it.

"I'm not a little, attention seeking, whore. Besides how do you know about my cutting issues anyway? For christs sake have you been fucking stalking my family and I"? I blurted out unexpectedly. Before I could even blink she was beside me gripping my hair into a fist full, pulling me across the room by my hair. I screamed, kicked and squirmed trying to get out of her hold. I didn't budge an inch.

"Shut up you little maggot and stop squirming around"! She yelled at me, multiple times may I add. Why would I stop moving? Why would I stop trying to get away if all she is going to do is hurt me?

She dragged me outside of the room and into a much larger, brighter one, it burned my eyes like when you step outside right after it has snowed for days. Pulling me up she pushed me into a chair and cuffed my hands to the rusted aluminum. I was breathing hard and my head started pounding hard from being dragged by my hair.

Once I got my eye sight back I seen everything, five differnt TV screens showing my house.

One screen held a picture of the kitchen, while the others was of my room, my dads room, the living room, and then the entrance to the front door. I was freaked out. Who are these sickening people? Why are they doing this to us?

I looked down and my eyes started to water, that's when I heard a voice that sounded all to familar. Uncle Niall. I looked up and at the TV screens, watching as my family walked in through the front door. My tears spilled over as I seen my father, his hair was the worst like it hasn't been combed for days, his clothes didn't match a single bit, and he was crying.