Chapter 2 "Behind the Cellar"

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"Think Jamiee think." I whispered to myself as I tried to remember the day I that was thrown into the cellar. Ever since then, my memory hadn't been the same. I could remember some things, but not all-and that was the hard part.

The day I was captured was the only perfect memory I had. All the others-before the incident-were like pieces of a puzzle that I couldn't seem to put together. For 4 years, I tried to find a way out of the cellar but was never successful. Every time I thought I was close to being free, Derrick and Ronald-my kidnappers, would always catch me.

I was never very good with doing things under pressure, and being stuck in a cellar with what seemed like no way out, caused more pressure than I had ever had in my entire life.

"Aye! Little girl, get yo ass up!" Derrick would say to me. I hated having to listen to him and Ronald but I knew that if I had any chance of ever seeing my family again I had to. When either Derrick or Ronald would yell at me I would get up from my corner of the cellar,walk to the bottom the stairs, and look up at them. Most of the time they'd just say things like, "We just wanted to make sure you're still alive." or "Come clean the house or we'll slit your throat."

I never understood why they kidnapped me. They didn't really harm me until I did something they didn't like or if they were just in a pissed off mood and needed to get their anger out. Other than that, they just kept me locked up in the cellar with little food and a bottle of water every now and then.

Thinking back to those lonely days in the cellar gives me goose bumps. It reminds me of a time in my life where I had no power to be or do what I wanted. But now, in this new place that I've encountered, it feels like I can do both;plus more. It makes me feel happy. But the only thing that's keeping me away from enjoying this happiness is knowing that after 4 years my family still doesn't no where I am and what exactly happened to me; that's why I'm trying my hardest to help them out.

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