Lost

I didn't think this could happen to anyone. Even me.

But it did.

I was walking on a sidewalk to school. At the time I was only eleven, but I was still very aware.

So, I realized something was wrong. All of a sudden, someone got in front of me.

"Need a ride?"

"No, thank you. Have a good day."

He grabbed me. Everything went black.

That was the longest year of my life. There people who took me made me clean rooms, sleep in a basement. I was beat, and I wished and prayed every night that God would kill me. It didn't happen.

My last day of captivity was scary. I found a knife while cleaning, early in the morning.

While eating lunch, I grabbed it. The woman who took me gasped. Then she screamed.

I stabbed her. Right in her heart.

I ran out the door, and found a gas station. Everywhere I went, there were bloody footsteps.

When I got back home, nothing was normal.

But now, my life is great. That has made me, me. I have a boyfriend, and a great family again. I'm now more aware, and help around more. I go to church, and everyday thank God for what he did in my life.