TAKEN

PART ONE

KELSY
I laid in bed that night staring up at the ceiling and having this weird feeling about the night, I suddenly felt unsafe and scared for no obvious reason.
I sat up in bed and looked around the room to see the remaining girls fast asleep.Silence dwelled there in the boarding house and for the very first time since the two years I've been there I felt scared this particular night.I remember looking at the girl on the other lower bunk, I watched the girl(Barakat) move a little
"Barakat.." I called in a whisper
"Hmmm..." Sleepy Barakat responded
"Barakat wake up,please "Pleading, I waited a minute before Barakat sat up rubbing her eyes."What is the matter na Kelsy ,do you want me to follow you to pee?" She asked because most girls are usually scared to pee at night due to the fact that the toilet was dark.
"No I don't want to pee"
Barakat stared at me "Then what is...."
"Listen"I said putting a finger on her lips indicating silence.Barakat stopped talking and listened.After a while she looked back at me "Seriously?" She asked"So you woke me up to listen to what...nothing?"
I sighed "No, I feel something is wrong..."
"Nothing is wrong jare,I'm not even sure you're  if you're truly awake or sleep talking"
"Barakat I'm not.."
"Then nothing is wrong,Allah would protect us" Barakat said as she laid back on her bed"Go and sleep Kelsy, it's nothing " she said as she shut her eyes immediately.
       "Okay" I said as I picked up my watch on the drawer in between our beds. It was just 12:30.I sighed dropping it back as I laid back down to sleep.

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The noise of a moving truck woke me up.I picked up my watch again hurriedly and it was just 1am.Quickly I tip toed towards the window to try and figure out why exactly a truck was in the school premises around that odd hour,only to find several trucks parked right outside the hostel.I waited for a while and watched as armed men with guns came down. Quickly I backed away from the window and turned slowly to my bed.
"It's a nightmare, a nightmare "I kept repeating as I laid in my bed and covered myself up.I kept repeating it even as the noise of the men grew louder. It got to a point I had to block my ears with both hands, "it's a nightmare,it's a ...." Before I could finish,the door was forced open by some of the men and a gunshot was fired at the ceiling waking the girls up.

I knew then that it definitely wasn't a nightmare and my life was about to down a terrible lane.