I was taken on Christmas day. I'm not alone though. I have others with me that have endured the same pain and torture I have. There is no such thing as escape for us. There's not just one kidnapper but three. They watch our every move and will kill anyone that tries to make a run for it. The darkness...it's getting to be too much. I can barely hold on anymore. The thought of never seeing my friends or family again kills me. But maybe, just maybe, if I hang onto that sliver of hope everything will turn out okay in the end. I warn you now though, my story does not have a happy ending.
I don't need friends to support me. I don't need a family who helps me. Nor do I have one. Everyone has that group of people they can go to for support. That they know will never turn on them, hurt them, or bring them down. I don't have that group of people. It's one soul, one beating heart, that's keeping me from falling apart. What if I lose that too?