Maya's Kidnapping

Day 11

I threw up again when I woke up, and Jim washed it down again, clearly getting annoyed. I tried to tell him that I couldn’t help it, but he didn’t listen. He just beat me with the rod and left. Bored and depressed, I looked at my dirty fingernails. I remembered the time when they were clean and painted an aqua green, but chipped away during my kidnapping. Oh, how would I kill for a spa day, my back massaged and nails painted and pampered. I knew a few girls my age that did it every couple months, and I gave a small smile as I thought of my mom. She believes those kids are rich, spoiled brats, and believes only adults should get that sort of treatment. Maybe if I ever go back home, she will take me there. I definitely deserved the special treatment, after all the horrible things I had been through. The worst thing that probably happened to those girls was that their iPhones weren’t working, or that their parents wouldn’t buy them a new pair of Uggs.

I sighed and stopped myself from thinking those mean thoughts. They weren’t going to help me escape at all, even if I had given up entirely. I spent the rest of the day reliving the old days full of school, jerks, and snobs. Oh, I wouldn’t mind any of those people there with me, anything to distract me from the loneliness I felt. Every single aspect of my old life seemed to be a dream that I wanted to visit, except I couldn’t. I was stuck in the wooden shack with an impossible desire to leave.

I was glad Jim didn’t come after that, for it was too painful to have him there. I was only happy that he was there to clean up my vomit, which meant some refreshing water splashing on my face. I didn’t care that the water froze me, or left my clothes uncomfortably damp. I just loved it when it cleaned my mouth; it just made me feel alive. And it was very hard to feel alive in my situation. Every moment of my kidnapping I wanted to die, only to put me out of my misery. I knew I had to be strong and survive through it, but most of time I wanted to end it. It was getting to be too much work watching and waiting, forced to stare at my dirty fingernails the whole day.