Trapped

I stumble over sticks and stones, i am whacked in the face by hundereds of twigs and i stumble from tree to tree. I am being chased and i never will get away. I stop to listen and i can't hear anything because of the blood pounding in my ears. My eyes are blurry and i feel a sharp pain in my back. I fall to the ground and smack my head on a rock. I slip away as i am being pulled up from the ground by my pursuer. I am forever gone from my home, family, and friends. They will never see me again.

The ground is cold and hard, it smells of must. I have been living in the darkness for months now. Forgotten. I have paced the walls millions of times trying to find a way out. I get little sunlight, only from the gap between the door and the floor. I think that the man that has trapped me has mental problems, he never talks, and when he does, it is to himself. I lay on the floor in my dirty, ragged clothes. I stare at the ceiling feeling lost and alone. I found a sharp piece of wood about the size of my pinkie and i slide it across my finger, making it bleed. The door opens and i close my eyes, the light is blinding. He approaches me and sees that i am bleeding. He takes my hand and then rips a piece of cloth off of his shirt. He ties the piece of cloth around my finger and takes the piece of wood away. He glares at me, then walks away.

Hours later the door opens again. He is running at me, acting as if he is scared. Scared of what? That i dont exactly know. He slips making his way over to me and hits his head on the floor. I dash for the door and see that another man is standing there with a gun in his hand and now i see why he was scared. The man with the gun is my brother. He has come to save me.