Kidnapped

Chapter 7

Talking to the police wasn't easy trying to figure out what to say. For some reason, every part of me didn't want to get Jason or anyone else in trouble. I know what they did wasn't right but they never hurt me and I don't want anything bad to happen to them. I'm not trying to protect anyone. I'm just home now and don't want to take them away from their home. Thinking about what to say and sitting across from a police officer are two different things. Trying not to be afraid of what could come out of my mouth I made my choice and I'm not going back on it because I'm talking to cops.

"I need to know everything that went on in the three months when you were gone. From what you ate to when you went to the bathroom everything that could help." They sent in a female cop which means they probably want me to feel as comfortable as I can be.

"I was put in this cellar type thing, I couldn't see it. I didn't know the time of day much less what time they fed me. The bathroom part there was a toilet down there but that is all I know. There were two different people I saw who fed me and the only reason I'm here is that they left the door unlocked by accident. I would still be locked down there if it wasn't for one mistake so no I don't want to go over all the details of what happened. If you don't mind, I don't want to talk about this anymore." most of what I said wasn't a lie because that all did happen but I'm leaving out the fact he let me go upstairs and let me live there for a few days.

She left without saying anything else. I hate leaving things out but I have to figure out who those people were and why me? I was just some drunk girl at a party. I was throwing up when they found me because that's the top candidate for who you want to kidnap the girl throwing up in the bushes.

They are letting me out of the hospital later today and for the first time in three months, I get to sleep in my bed. I think that is the part I'm most excited about just to feel my bed and have all my stuffed animals from when I was little in the same room as me. I know I'm nineteen and I still have stuffed animals in my room but I live in my dorn and I'm not ready to go back yet. Plus I need to meet with admission about missing. I know I have missed so much already being behind is not something I am used to. The school might help me out since it wasn't my choice.

I finally got to put on some of my old clothes and got out of the hospital gown. That thing wouldn't be so bad if I could cover up my behind in it. It seemed like every time I turned around someone was pointing out my underwear. My mom hasn't said much to me since I got home. It's like she's afraid I will disappear. She has to talk on the way home. Right? Getting all my stuff and everything people sent is the hardest thing. It seems like everyone in the country knew I was home and sent me a note, card, or basket of some sort. I'm thankful for people to care but sending me things is too much.

Leaving the hospital was easier said than done. People were outside, some had signs and some were shouting or clapping. I don't understand what the big deal is. I'm just leaving the hospital. Finally, I didn't even really need to be there. Everyone turned to look at me like I was some natural event that only happened once a year. Everyone was acting like I was a celebrity or something. They were all watching me like something might happen at any moment like I would break and tell everyone what I went through.

Getting home was one of the best feelings I have ever had. Walking through the door into the house I raised in. all of the memories came into my mind. From always getting left home alone to Christmas where me and my mom spent by the fireplace. There are bad ones but I don't want to hold onto those anymore.

Walking into my room for the first time in months felt like heaven. Everything was the same. I didn't think my mom would change anything she probably worked the whole time I was gone. I know she loves me but I can't even imagine how hard this was for her. Going into my bathroom to wash off the hospital was a mistake; there was a note attached to my mirror.

"Did you really think you could escape that easily? I got you once and I can't wait to get you again. You will come back to me sooner or later. See you later but I will be watching you." The note was signed by Jason. What do I do now?