I scream on top of my lungs. I could barely see anything. It is pitch dark. I keep running as fast
as I could in the woods. I hold my daughter’s hand in mine tightly. I have never feel so afraid
before. I continue running. I hear footsteps approaching. It is the guards.
I quickly look around. There is a big rock near me. The guards are too fast and I cannot outrun
them. Hiding behind the rocks seems like the best ok.
“Shh. It is okay. Shh.” I said to my daughter while carefully climbing behind the big rock.
My daughter screams. I hear footsteps stop. I hear footsteps approaching.
I wake up. I am in a pitch dark room, just like the forest. The room smells like rotten eggs. I look
at my hands. My daughter’s hands are gone.
“Where am I?” I scream. No one answers.
I could see through a tiny hole on the wall. I bend down and try to figure out where I am. Nothing
outside looks familiar. All I can see is dry grass and soil. I sit back up and close my eyes. What
happen after I hear the footsteps? I ask myself silently. I could now hear more. I could hear
water dripping onto the floor. I could hear mice. They seem to be talking about me.
“Where am I?” I scream again. Dead silence.
I lean my head against the wall and look up to the ceiling. There is nothing there to look at.
Nothing that tells me where I am. Nothing that tells me where my husband and daughter are.
Nothing that tells me anything.
Suddenly, I hear a loud sound of metal door closing near me. I sit up and try to find the source
of a noise. I could not see anything. It is pitch dark.