I stare out the glimmering window, watching as the each scene changes to another one by one. I watch as the home I've known for so long begins to disappear behind me. I guess I can't really cry, seeing as I'm not really leaving anything behind. I don't have friends and I moved out of my moms about 5 years after my dad died. It was never the same without him, everything started to fall apart, piece by piece. So for the past year, year and a 1/2 I've been living alone. I also quit going to school and mostly just worked anywhere I could, but before I had been kidnapped I wasn't working. So as you can see I don't really have to worry about anything except my apartment that is.
I clasp my hands together as I draw my attention to inside the car. They put me in the backseat in-between 2 men. Sal sat on the seat in front of me eyeing me strangely, making me slightly blush from embarrassment. Sal was about in his 30's, or so it looks. His used to be blonde hair already turning into gray, his eyes dark brown along with dark freckles painting his face and part of his tanned arms. As well as his men he also bore the same tattoo, only it had a bigger design surrounding the word. He is dressed in a suit, maybe not very expensive but enough to look good in.
I let my gaze fall to my lap, my once blue jeans are now covered with
holes, dirt, mud, fading water and blood. My arms same as the rest of my body, is covered with cuts and newly forming bruises, the slightest touch causing shocking pain through my body. My black hair spirals down in nots across my neck and shoulders, covering the top of my black stained shirt. I allow my blue eyes to scan the bottom of the car between my feet and the others. Sal's dark eyes continue to stare at me as though considering what to do with me, although I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that question. Just because I'm so nice and well quite frankly have no one else to talk to I'll give you clue: Money. Surprise, surprise...
My thoughts begin to blend together, each one leading to the other. After a while of losing myself to my thoughts I become unaware of everything around me, soon I can't even hear the slow rise and fall of my own breaths. Everything in front of me turning into a blur of colors, no longer caring that Sal was staring at me and everyone else in the car.
I close my eyes and let the darkness take over my mind and images begin to slowly appear. Until now I never thought of the past, I always forced myself to think of the future and stop hurting myself with the past. It was nearly impossible at first but I soon grew accustomed to it, but since the moment I thought I was going to die, even now I let the memories flow into my mind like the river did into my lungs.
I listen as the engine roars loudly as we speed up slightly and everyone except for me seems to move like connected to a magnet into a new position, the men on both sides of me slightly leaning away from me and towards the window as though I had some sort of disease. Sal did the same thing only he leaned back farther into his seat staring at me with crinkled up expression. I turn to face him, returning the same expression but with more emotion.
Right now it would be so easy to jump forward and grab the steering wheel from over the seat in front of me, but by the look of the driver he could probably tare me apart with one hand let alone kill me. Death is probably better then what might happen to me soon, because at the moment I don't have very many options it's either die or let them take me and sell me where I could be killed! Either way could lead to death, so what's the point in waiting?
