All I Have

All I Have: Chapter 1

Four years. One thousand four hundred and sixty days. I used to wait for the days someone would find me and hope and hope for my fairy-tale ending, but at this point, I don't think it's ever going to happen. I just wish I could go back in time and cherish the days I was with my family, and the days I had real food to eat instead of just bread crumbs fed to me by some psychopath that took me. I just want to go home. Why me? Why did it just have to be me? I've never done anything bad. Have I? I was taken when I was just ten years old, and since then I've been passing the time by counting down the days and waiting and waiting for the little bit of food I get, since it's all I get. At least now I finally found something to do. This journal was tucked under the dirty, raggedy old desk in the corner of the room. I can't believe I've never found it before. I thought I searched every nook and cranny in this small room, but I guess I haven't. I have barely talked to anyone in these past years. Only said a few words when I'm feeling spiteful towards the mysterious man who has tortured me for most of my life. Sometimes, I feel like I'm speaking to my family in my dreams. I know they can't hear me, or respond to me. But, I just feel a connection with them. I've had these reoccurring dreams where my family members grow and grow and I can speak to them, but they don't respond. I'm not sure what these mean or if they mean anything. I just miss my family so much and the way they grow, it's just too realistic to not be real. I just keep on wondering if they see me too or if I'm just crazy... I think I hear footsteps. He's here. I can't do this, not now. I have to suck it up or he'll send me away, like he did to Lillian. Wish me luck, goodbye journal. Or should I say, all I have.