I was only five well technically still four, when they took me from my family and fun, carefree, typical five year old life. You might think since that was ten years ago I would have forgotten.
I haven't.
I remember.
I remember how the man came to our door on my birthday, it was Sunday morning, I remember how he said I wasn't safe and to be safe I had to go with him. I remember how nobody asked me if I wanted to go. I remember his fake smile and his words that I knew my parents believed. I remember how we left that day.
I remember I didn't even get to say goodbye.
As soon as I got in his charcoal grey Ford Charger. I could feel his negative thoughts, I guess my parents couldn't feel them like I did or didn't feel them before it was to late. Just as the feeling came, he stuck a sharp needle into my forearm, and all feelings slipped away.
When I woke up, I was in my cell. It was exactly the same as it is now. Someone had changed me from my favorite Dora pj's into a long white dress. It probably looked pretty good on me, My skin had a deep tan back then, now my skin is as pale as snow. Well it makes sense since I haven't been in the sun in over 10 years. I still have the same carmel colored hair that flows down below my shoulders, I assume I have the same piercing green eyes that I last saw when I was five and looked in a mirror. I remember having a small nose but I have no idea anymore.
No school.
No friends.
No family.
No one and nothing for 3,650 days.
And counting.
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Trapped
Teen FictionMia's been trapped in her cell for 3,650 days and has no memory of the world outside her cell. On Mia's 15th birthday she finds something shes been wishing for since her first night in the cell. But maybe it's not what it seems. Mia's birthday gift...
