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A Stolen Life

A Stolen Life

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 15, 2016
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****I DO NOT OWN THIS MEMOIR**** In the summer of 1991 I was a normal kid. I did normal things. I had friends and a mother who loved me. I was just like you. Until the day my life was stolen. For eighteen years I was a prisoner. I was an object for someone to use and abuse. For eighteen years I was not allowed to speak my own name. I became a mother and was forced to be a sister. For eighteen years I survived an impossible situation. On August 26, 2009, I took my name back. My name is Jaycee Lee Dugard. I don't think of myself as a victim. I survived.
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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