you were kidnapped. That was the nicest way to put it. Some criminal wanted to make your mother to pay, and her kids were her most prized possession. So he went after you.

after a week or two after being saved, you couldn’t shake the feeling that that criminal was still following you. He was shot, and passed away later, so it was physically impossible. But it was like- everytime you closed your eyes, you could see him. Everytime you crossed the street, you saw a figure who looked like him. It freaked you out. A lot. You grades started dropping, and you started causing problems with your school and your family..

January 22, 1986

you woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Nightmare. A bad one. You were reliving that day once more, you felt like crying, thoughts racing in your mind. You wanted your mom and dad, you didn’t care to put on your ‘tough, I-can-do-and-survive-anything’ mask. You were scared. Normally you would go to May, but she moved out.

what would you do now?