The day I was taken

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Running..running...running...

 It felt like I would never stop running. The sound of my footsteps slapping against the concrete floor. The feeling that someone was chasing me drove my mind crazy. I glanced around for a split-second to see if anyone was there but luckily there wasn't. I carried on through an alley way  to be certain that I had escaped for sure. My heart was beating at a million miles per hour but I couldn't stop until I knew I was free. As I turned left into a town, I noticed that I suddenly recognised my whereabouts. The old church I used to go to each Sunday with my family, the quaint green grocers where my Auntie Sue had been working ever since I was born. Everything seemed the exact same as it looked on the day I was taken. It almost seemed like nothing had changed and life had carried on when I disappeared.

I still remember the exact time and day my kidnapper took me. Of course I remember, it wasn't exactly my favourite day. I was walking to school that morning as I had missed the bus due to an argument with my Mum about my attitude. As expected, I wasn't completely looking where I was going in a rush to get to school in time so when I was picked up off my feet and shoved in a rough looking white van, it all felt such a surprise. My mind didn't even have time to process what was going on because one second I was turning into an alleyway, the next I was being hauled into a van. Everything felt like such a blur and I barely had time to take a breath before a dirty, large hand was clamped over my mouth.

My name is Isabel Dalby and I have been held captive for seven years. I am now 19 years old and free. 

This is my story

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