The Day I Was Kidnapped

Part 3

Until one day I heard a helicopter and I didn't even smile because I was not me anymore I didn't know myself nor what I looked like .All I could remember and see was his face and his friends and what they did to me. His thoughts were everywhere ,I needed help and healing because I was ripped out and dead inside . I got rescued and was back home but it took a year to kinda know my self again .I was sooooo lost .I hardly talked ,I could hardly learn ,I could hardly sleep ,I could hardly eat , i could hardly walk ,I even hated boys and it took about 2 full years for me to recover although the scar was still there I was damaged .Although I had life, I
felt like I didn't.