Hiding from the World

Most people have many nightmares, but I on the other hand only have one. Some might think I'm lucky, always knowing what would happen next, but I beg to differ. Because when I wake up in morning, I realize the nightmare is my reality.

My nightmare always starts in the beginning. When I was seven, I walked myself to the bathroom of a fancy restaurant and didn't notice the man leaning against the wall. When I was seven I was kidnapped. The man placed his hand against my mouth, stopping the scream that was rising in my throat. He dragged me out the back door and to a small four door car. He tied up my hands, blindfolded me and placed a cloth in my mouth before shoving me into the trunk.

After what seemed like forever the car stopped and I was pulled roughly from the trunk. The man picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and began walking. The squeaky hinges of a door made a loud noise and the smell of dust filled my nose. I was terrified and tears fell down my cheeks as my body shook with fear.

The man placed me on a chair that groaned from my weight. The blindfold was removed along with the restraints and the cloth that was in my mouth. With my sight regained I took in my surroundings and studied what my attacker looked like. In a moment reality seemed to crash down on me, and I began to cry like the child I was. The man came down to my level and slapped me hard against my cheek. I fell off the chair and onto the ground. The man grinned and said "Stop blubbering, you won't find sympathy here."

I whimpered in response, he looked like he was going to strike me again but then thought better of it and reached for his belt. He pulled his hand away and was holding a strange knife, instead of a regular point at the end there was an X. He brought it back and jammed into the middle of my ribcage. The door on the other side of the room slammed open and I could hear footsteps over my labored breathing. The burning in my chest increased as the man took out the knife, I screamed louder than I ever thought possible as the pain reverberated through my body. Gunshots echoed through the room and suddenly my kidnapper was on the ground, his eyes were open but unseeing. I moaned wanting the pain to stop, not matter what the consequences of that were. I wanted to die. I was pulled into someone's arms and looked up at the face of a young man. He whispered soothing words into my ear and soon enough I drifted off to sleep.

The dream doesn't end there though, it continues as my eyes snapped open instantly thinking I was still in the warehouse but, I wasn't instead I was in a hospital, surrounded by bright light and also by people, and to be honest, I was terrified. I turned onto my side and brought my knees up to my chest and cried right in front of people I didn't know. More than anything I wanted to go home, crawl under the covers only to hide from the memories that were eating me alive from the inside out. Words were said but I didn't care I only sobbed waiting for my mom or dad to come in and take me home to forget. There was the sound of feet approaching and the bed bet as someone lay down next to me. I was lifted up and placed in someone's lap. I looked up from my tears into dark brown eyes that seemed to darken around the pupil. It was the man that saved me, he leaned down and placed his mouth near my ear and once again whispered calming words in his honey sweet voice. Shock replaced the sobs and the tears finally stopped flowing. The young man pulled away but kept his arms tight around me. "You okay Savannah?" He asked, while searching my face for more tears. I gasped, I had never, spoken to this man yet he already knew me! I struggled against his arms, fighting to get away from him and the pain he very well could cause me such as the man before him. He instantly dropped his hold and I crawled off of his lap and to the other side of the small hospital bed and started to get out of the bed.

"Stop right there child." A booming voice commanded. I froze and really looked at the other people in the room. Two men who reminded me of my father dressed as if they had both just finished work. "Who are you?" I whispered. The older and nicer looking man glanced down at me. "I am Richard. This is Tom," He said gesturing to the man beside him who glared at me. "And that is Cam." He said pointing to the man who was still on the other end of my bed.

"Today," He continued bringing my attention back to him. "Is the the first day of your new life." And with that I finally woke up.