Counting away the hours

A young girl is kidnapped at the age of 10 and goes through traumatizing experiences. With only her diary to keep her company, she counts away the hours until her parents will come to rescue her. They are coming, aren't they? This story about a brave young girl will make you cry with her, and will leave you wanting to read more

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11. Diary Entry 10

Dear Diary,

I don't understand it. No, scratch that; I don't believe it. The man with so much money, that I worried would be able to keep me locked away for his pleasure however long it pleased him....

Is an agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

He explained it to me in the car ride to his house. Yes, his house-just because one of the men at the warehouse was suspicious of him, and followed his car in order to make sure he was truly a "wealthy entrepreneur". Anyways, the F.B.I has apparently been researching these girls' cases for a long time, and my parent's haven't given up looking for me. There's so much to explain, I-

I don't know if I have enough strength left.

The girl I once knew from one of those men...

What was her name?

Anyways, she made it out alive- out of all of it alive. She was the one who set my escape plan in motion, and found my parents with the help of the law enforcement. I can't believe any of this, isn't that horrible?

I'm out. I'm finally out.

I haven't looked at myself for a long time, and I honestly don't have the courage to. I have the feeling that all I will see is a hollow shell of myself- a mirror image set in stone, but completely wrong in all the ways that count.

In a few days after everything's settled, they'll be taking me to meet with my parents. For now though, there's a lot that I'm gonna have to be put through in order for everything to be set straight.

The guy that came for me, Agent Rolan, has tried to explain everything the best he can without making it uncomfortable for me, and for that I'm grateful.

Later today I have a medical examination to determine how bad the damage is, and if I'll have anything to worry about physical-wise. The only thing I can say concerning that is that I'm praying that the last one didn't get me pregnant. 

Mentally and emotionally, everyone including myself has said that it's probably a good idea I talk with a therapist and psychiatrist sometime today or tomorrow, even if it's one of the Federal Staff members. Going forward, they're going to need to know about everything that happened, A-Z, ever since I was kidnapped.

When it comes to anyone getting arrested, they've had the warehouse under surveillance ever since I was freed, and as far as they know, the man that kidnapped me is still safe inside his little nest.

Sucks for him. 

I plan on ensuring that he faces a nice, long, comfy stay inside one of the darkest holes known to man. 

Better yet, maybe they'll just execute him to save the trouble.

I'm sorry if all of this seems morbid, diary, but I can't be that innocent little girl I used to be when everything around me was pretty dresses and teachers in disguise.

If I tried, I think I'd probably break something.

I talked to my mom and dad on the phone a little while after I arrived at the agent's house, and I can't wait to see them again.

It's been too long. 

It's all been too long.

Still, I'm almost scared to go back home.

Isn't that horrible, too?

Somehow I find myself comparing the relatively obedient life I've had, where all I had to do was close my eyes, do as I was told, and picture being somewhere else.

Now that I'll be going home...

Will anyone from my old school even know me?

Recognize me?

Will I be able to handle any of the stares, the whispers, or anything?

But I know I have to do it.

want to do it.

I promise you, diary, that I will never let myself go back to where I was again.

Ever.

In the meantime, there's some doctors that need to talk to me, and a lot to do, so I'll update you when the waves have calmed, diary.

                                                                                        

                                                                 I'm finally, finally, finally free!

                                                                                - Marie

 

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