Souls of the forgotten

Souls of the forgotten

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'Everyone feels as if they understand the world, or at least know how to live through it....But you never do understand until you find yourself truly facing the world and it's terrors, not knowing who to trust as well as questioning the sanity of yourself and others around you. I was seventeen when I was taken, inclosed in a grey concrete box whilst the blue tiled floor looks so washed out they'd appear grey as well, containing only but the simplest necessities like a toilet and sink. There weren't any windows in there so the only source of light you got was a fixed one in the ceiling....All the while a single camera is recording everything you do.'
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

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