while coming home from an doctor's appointment, getting a clean bill of health from recent problems. she thought she was making process to start a new life that was all her own.
then an black car pulled up beside her as she walked down the street, o...
I asked myself sometimes... this lone girl with her treatments that seemed to span my whole life.
Pretty tired of the endless appointments, the doctors, specialists. My breathing been bad since the day I was born.
Born premature, weighting four pounds and eight ounces. I had to fight for my life with in my tiny body. A miracle. That's what I called it because it wasn't just on my hands that helped me pull through.
My health problems didn't end there. It also took a toll on everyone.
And what my parents didn't know was they were going to have a fight of their own with those medical bills. The hospital visits, hospital stays, meds and the equipment that I needed to have. Paying or trying to get an hold on not going completely bankrupt.
From our bleakest times, at the age of twelve. We'd signed up to this special program that would help my parents, help us pay for my hospital bills. The program of select millionaires and billionaires would grace us poor people with the gift of helping an sick child in many different ways. Financialand emotional, yes they made a summer camp of sorts. But I wouldn't call it that. It was a much nicer hospital with things kids would want to try to escape our dialy lives. And the place had everything video games and pools, my favorite was the writing class.
I can admit I was pretty negative at first. About the thought of going to a place like that back then. But it helped me, my parents. The program brought us back to life, my parents considered divorcing but the sudden change in our financial situation. It changed them. Everyone grew happier, I started to get better because I was finally put on the right meds.
I went from round twelve appointments a month to once a month, doctors would regularly check in with phone calls, messages from the hospital app that they use now to inform, check up on their patients. Now everything was better, I could even take a walk down the street, before I couldn't even muster that kind of strength in the past.
My walks were peaceful for me to clear my mind. I would walk home from my doctor's appointments because we lived not too far from the hospital. I've been doing it for the past six months now.
But today on this unlucky day. My world would take a drasticturn....
When I finally stop asking that question. It formed in my mind as these two guys dressed in black grabbed me, proceeded to force me into the backseat of an black sedan.
Well here it is. More of an introduction/ prologue to this story.
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