Sinking- Chapter 3

When had humanity become so evil?

My dear maybe…


Why, why is the water still, why is there a boat at my side.

Is this you? GOD, are you finally answering the prayers I’d sent you. Is that it?


No I must not question, only thank.

On land there is death but water there is hope, If I can cross they may not follow.

Yes. Thank you God.

At my side is a skiff of sorts made of some type of dark wood, maybe Oak. Where had it come from?…why do I feel like I shouldn’t touch?

BAMM! they’re getting closer…BAMMMMMMMMMM!!! So many shots, they’re blood thirsty, but I won’t let them have it. My life and hers, My Dear I’ll save her, I know I will. I can’t give in. I can’t.

I extend my hand, stroking the Oar on it’s side, made of that same dark wood, deeply engraved with obscure symbols. Is this how Charon felt, when pronounced the ferryman of the dead, am I beginning on some cyclical journey that there is no hope for.

Will time halt like the river has halted for me.

Is it really God offering his service or something more dire?

BAMM!!!! now they’re so loud, I can hear ringing like the chiming of the bells that played at our wedding, my dear. I smell the gunpowder on the air, like the overbearing fume of the perfumes you had.

Now everything reminds me of you. Don’t worry my Dear, I’ll save her, and myself. I’ll be home in England before you know it, presenting you with flowers… telling stories to your…tombstone…

I push out the skiffy onto the eerily still water, my hands trembling on the grip of the oar, sweaty. Heart, stop palpating, stop it now.

I turn to look back, I’m vulnerable here. The first one to look over the cliff range will see me drifting in the river, then it’s all over. I must paddle faster. I don’t know how far their muzzle-loaded, smooth-bore firearms can reach…

Something is wrong. I’m paddling I know I am, I certainly am. So why have I stopped in the centre. Why is the skiff not going back or forward, why is the distance between myself and land seeming further, what is happening? Are you having fun with your games GOD?

Don’t worry my dear, I won’t die here. Not here.

My dear, my dear, my dear…

Why are you in front of me?

Haha, my dear, I am now lost… For the lunacy that is said to only come with the full moon, has now taken over me in full day. I see you. I see you! I SEE YOU!!

‘Why are you here?’ Should I ask? I’m too scared of breaking this illusion. In that stationary river water I see you. Your pretty head peeking up at me, your slender hands clinging to the edge of the skiff. How can this be? I know I’m not mistaken. There is no one else in the vast world with your warm cocoa eyes, those pouting pink lips seductively begging for a kiss, no one else has your golden hair that has the texture of silk.

I mindlessly stroke…It really does feel like silk.

“My dear, you’re here.” I mutter, so quietly I wonder if she hears. Her head turns to mine.

She heard.

Her arm reaches out from the depths of the river, breaking the surface yet not making a ripple, even as the water runs down her arm, no ripple. only drip, drip, drip…

In the back of my mind, I know this isn’t her. I know this is some delusion. A demon of the heart.

Here is Chapter 3 of Sinking. I will also be posting Chapter 4 today so stay tuned!!

Lifestyle Editorials

The Last Sprint- “A-Level Exams”

Today I have made my last sprint.

British students, although not all, today are patting themselves on the back and screaming hallelujah to the heavens. Yes today is an amazing day where most of the British youth, aged averagely at 18, have finally done the final spurt to crossing the finish line of a marathon called A-Levels.

This marathon for myself began nearly 2 years ago, when an earnest 16 year old decided after gaining her GCSE results, filled with hope and endless expectations, to step on the starting line for preparation to University.

Of course, little did 16 year old me realise that this marathon would be a far more difficult process than I ever could’ve anticipated. It wasn’t just a change in education, a leap into a higher realm of learning, but also there was change in environment and in mentality. Through this Marathon I have gone through a journey of self-discovery and growth.

When I started My A-levels I had gotten decent-enough GCSE grades and was able to attend a grammar school that was my top choice to continue my higher studies. When I had gone to the open evening for the institution I was dumbfounded by the energy of the students, the passion of the teachers and the challenges of the subjects. So without a second thought I had excitedly grabbed my father’s arm and yelled ‘I am attending this sixthform/college.’

I had the option of picking four subjects, so I chose, Government and Politics (which I knew nothing about at the time), English (because I always had a passion for writing), Business Studies (because I liked it and did well in the subject at GCSE), and Physics (because I was obviously out of my freaking mind.)

And when the cool breeze of September came I rushed there in my neat uniform filled with endless enthusiasm, however Sixth-form was more difficult. Meeting new people and trying to make new friends (only 1 of the friends I already knew attended the same institution). Trying to keep up with the classes in general became a great difficulty for me.

I admit that there were times in this marathon that I have fallen over and cried bloody tears, felt isolated and all alone.

The marathon called A-levels had all kinds of competitors. There were the people that are so naturally intelligent that they would leave you behind in their dust, choking on their fumes; there were those that ran in groups and supported each-other and had known each other long before the race started, there were some that used their money to buy expenses cars and just drove down the race like it was nothing. I felt jealous of all these competitors.

Then it struck me. Why give up and be walked over now? These types of competitors in the marathon called A-levels are everywhere in the race called life. If I couldn’t get through this finish line I might spend eternity defeated.

So after I fell over the first time, after I cried, after I became frustrated. I picked myself back up and I decided I was going to cross that finish line with them, using my passion. I’m not the smartest person, but I make up for what I lack in buckets of effort. When I didn’t understand, couldn’t answer a question, and generally made a fool of myself, I kept trying. I kept putting the effort in.

When I got my AS level results they were the product of when I had nearly given up into defeat and depression. When I saw them I cheered, because I was a survivor, because I had gotten those not-brilliant-but-still-passable grades in a moment of defeat. And it motivated me to do even better the next year in the A2 of my A-level.

In the summer I paced myself again, I got my equipment with my pens at the ready and my folders on standby. When I began running again it was so much smoother, so much more brilliant. I was determined to get to the end of this race. Along the journey I met some of the loveliest people, I had unforgettable experiences, I ran with a smile.

Today I can tell you that I have finished this race. I have had my last sprint and ran across that finish line.

I had my last A-level business exam at 1:30 pm today. I don’t know my grades yet until August. But, I can promise you that this year I didn’t give up, I tried my hardest, that every step was filled with sweat and gritty determination. I am satisfied with myself.

The moral of this article is to never let yourself be defeated. There will always be people better than you, smarter than you, and wealthier than you. But as long as you never give up, never let the pressure get to your heart, smile until the end when you give your last sprint and cross that finishing line, then you have won.

I am glad that I have done my A levels because they have taught me life lessons that I will take into University and beyond to greater improve myself.

For the non-British reader A-levels are, as stated by Wikipedia, a  “subject-based qualification conferred as part of the General Certificate of Education, as well as a school leaving qualification offered by the educational bodies in the United Kingdom and the educational authorities of British Crown dependencies to students completing secondary or pre- university education.”

Thank you for reading my rant about my A-level experience.


A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince – Chapter 8

I stared at him incredulously, ‘You’re the ones that kidnapped me! How could you not know what’s going to happen!?’

‘Because we’re just delivery men, delivering a package to a customer.’

‘I am not an item’ I snapped.

‘Well we already got paid a nice £25 million for you, so you most certainly are one.’

I glared at him, but then it hit me, ‘£25 million!!! Do you mean someone bought me?’

‘When someone gets paid to deliver an item it usually means that the item has been bought by the payer.’ There was a mocking tone in his voice. I felt so much anger that I would of hit him if my hands weren’t tied, and I was half in the mind to spit on him but I was too worried about the consequences.

‘Who bought me?’

‘Now I don’t know who bought you, but I can definitely tell you why.’ He had a horrible look in his eyes, he was playing with me and enjoying my discomfort. My entire situation was some sick joke to him.

‘So tell me why then!’ I shouted.

Seeing my anger he smirked and leaned back in his chair. ‘Have you ever heard of the Fairy Tale Programme?’

I had stared blankly at the him, not knowing that those very words would change the course of my life forever. ‘No. I have never heard of the Fairy Tale Programme before.’

‘Well I’d be surprised if you did know.’

‘So why ask if you didn’t think I’d know’ I snapped, irritated.

‘hahah…I wasn’t certain.’ he rocked back and forth on his chair.

‘What the hell is it?’

‘It’s a game.’

‘A game?’

‘Yes a game. A game played by some of the wealthiest people in the world.’

‘What does this have to do with me?’

‘It has everything to do with you—‘


‘–because you are now a player in Fairy Tale.’

‘A player?’ At the time the ignorant me had felt confused, but now simply hearing those words I quake in my boots with fear and pray to the Gods.

‘You have been chosen by a very wealthy sponsor to be their player in the Fairy Tale Programme.’

‘But what the hell is this programme???! And…And who gives them the goddamn right to purchase me for their dumb game?’

‘Well I don’t know the full rules—‘

‘You don’t even know the rules!’ I interrupted practically screaming.

‘—because the game is very private and restricted to outsiders. However, what I do know is that you are going to compete against other players, and if you win the game you get a rather large reward.’

‘I don’t want a reward! I just want to go home!’

‘Sadly that isn’t an option. You were specifically chosen as a player. Also…’ the room felt icy as I felt the muzzle of his gun on my chest. When had it gotten there, I thought. ‘There is no way I can let you go home alive.’

I had been shouting at him previously but that moment reminded me that I was talking to a dangerous man that gave no thought to taking lives. I gulped. ‘Why are you telling me all this?’

‘You are going to find out eventually…but mostly I thought it would be better to be honest with you now and get you on my side.’

‘Your side?’

‘Let’s call it my instinct. But I have a feeling that you could win this game.’

‘I could win!?’

‘Perhaps.., and when you do you will remember this little tip of mine.’


‘My words of advice. Trust me when I tell you that they will allow you to keep your life.’ I felt my sweat turn cold, I could barely breathe because with all the tension, especially when I heard him whisper.

‘Trust no one. Not until the day, if ever, that you leave Fairy Tale…Do you understand?’

I stared blankly.

‘Do you understand!?’


‘Good. And if you win, remember that you owe me your life. I expect this tip to be repaid.’ He patted me on the head. Continuing to smile at me, laughter at the corner of his eyes.

If there is one thing I am glad about, it is that I remembered that advice. Else I wouldn’t be alive today to tell you this story.

I had this chapter already written, and I thought I should definitely post it!! I had my last ever A-level English exam today. I think it well but you never know so fingers crossed. I have a Business exam tomorrow and then I am all done. Hello summer holiday 🙂 .

Due to the business exam I’ll post Chapter 9 on Saturday. Stay tuned and thank you so much for reading!!!

Lifestyle Editorials

The Morning of “National Writing Day”!!!

I woke up this morning believing it was yet another day.

The sun was shining through the cracks in my window, attacking my eyes, screaming ‘wake up’, wake up’, wake up!’. So begrudgingly I rolled out of bed. I wasn’t in the best of moods I admit, I’m never the type that wakes up like a Disney princess, ready to take on the world, I’m more the type that wakes up like a bowl of slime. I feel icky and slow and disgusting. I don’t really come to my senses until the water from a cold shower is tumbling onto my head and I can finally breathe.

I did the usual, made myself smell and look fabulous. Since I’m mostly planning on revising today for my last ever A2 English exam I have tomorrow (Wish me luck please), I didn’t put on makeup since I’m not planning on leaving the house. So after all that morning prepping I put on my comfy clothes took out my revision books, notepads, and pens. Then after that I picked up my phone and decided to procrastinate for 10 minutes.

It was at that point as I was scrolling down my Instagram feed did I realise that it was National writing day, as it was trending on the hashtags with #tellyourstory and #Nationalwritingday. Surprised I looked at the calendar on my laptop and realised it really was National Writing day.

‘Perhaps I should write something’ I thought. I usually always write something on National Writing Day, although these pieces of work and stories generally end up inside my treasured little notebook of dreams and rarely ever see the light of day. However since I had started this blog recently I decided that today I would publish something on my blog.

What should I publish? What should I write, I mused. Should it be an inspiring piece of motivation that would drive youths to run to the stars and grab their goals by the coattails. Or should I write a piece of poetry that could become phenomenally popular and perhaps change the hearts of those that read it and make a kinder world for tomorrow. Or should I write something about myself, write something about how I felt when I woke up this morning. A type of boring daily blog entry.

So out of all those intriguing and fun choices I decided to obviously do the most boring one. To gather readers here to look at a teenagers thought processes. This entry is just a product of my whimsy. However I hope it has been fun to read and I hope you aren’t pulling your hair out by the end of this post, feeling exasperated, like ‘Is that it? I thought there would be more to this?’

Well sorry to disappoint, this is a piece on my thoughts and feelings on the morning of National Writing Day. I hope some of you have found this entertaining.

Thank you so much for reading!

P.S, If you’re in the mood, comment and tell me what you did on the morning of National Writing Day.

🙂 🙂


A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince- Chapter 7

As my hands and feet were tied, Michael was the one elected to give me a drink. He put a plastic bottle of water to my mouth and tipped it. I quickly glugged it down, partly because I was thirsty and partly because I was scared that the water might be taken away. Thus I ended up coughing and spluttering.

‘Whoa, hold up there buddy, the water ain’t gonna disappear!’ exclaimed an exasperated Michael, whom snatched the bottle away from me and then proceeded to slap my back. After his heavy hand came down a fifth time I coughed up the water caught in my lungs and caught my breath.

‘Ahh geez why are you such a messy cat!’ moaned Michael like a child. A rather big-muscular child. He was wearing khaki shorts that exposed his firm and hairy legs which were lacerated with scars of all shape and size. Like an animal he had his hairy chest on display, wearing no shirt, similar to his legs there were a variety of scars on his chest but majority of them were hidden in his forest of hair. His mountain of a head had a wilderness of hair as well, like he was imitating some feral child, unkempt and wild. Because he obviously needed more hair, to add to that he had a scruffy beard and moustache to match.

On his feet he wore rather large brown Moncler Peak Scarpa boots which were now wet with the water I’d spewed out. ‘Christ you got water all over my shoes! Do you know how much these freaking cost y’a brat!’ snapped Michael. He raised his fist to hit me but then…

‘I dare you.’ intercepted Ray, his voice so sharp he might as well of have been wielding a sword. Michael went visibly pale and lowered his fist.

Then ‘euurrghhhhhhh’ was the sound my stomach made.

‘Go get some food for him.’ Ordered Ray who was sitting at a desk, a black laptop in front of him, staring at it intensely. Michael didn’t utter a sound of protest and quickly walked off.

We were inside a type of cabin, at least that was what it looked like on the inside, however I soon learned we were in a secret room on a Cruise ship. I remember it being rather small. The floor boards were made of some brown oak, there was a single desk, bed and a door that led to an even smaller bathroom. On the wall was a porthole shaped window where I could see the blue sky. There was an unsettling rocking sensation that made me feel deeply disturbed, I realised later that the room was in the most obscure area on the ship, in a back room that was used for more under-the-table dealings for more infamous passengers. And that rocking sensation was the feeling of the waves harmoniously dancing underneath the boat.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Ray was at the desk, Val had left the room shortly after her argument with Michael and now that Michael had left to get me some food, I was left all alone with Ray.

At this point I was still confused, the shock of all these events were piling up on me, and I felt overwhelming fear. I then remembered my favourite character Will Burrow from the novel ‘Tunnels‘, one of the books that Amanda had gifted me with. I tried to be strong like he had been. Despite being faced with such impossible circumstances and characters, Will had never truly given up, and I decided that I wasn’t going to either.

So I sat a little straighter, I attempted to order my askew kimono and stared at Ray determinedly. With a rather loud exhalation I boldly asked, ‘Your name is Ray correct?’ Without his head turning his soulless deep brown eyes swivelled to me and he stared, like he was trying to steal my soul. My breath hitched, ‘I-i-i–i me-me-mean that is-s-s-s what they called you.’

‘My name is Ray.’ he replied bluntly, then he smirked ‘I’m surprised that’s the first thing you ask in this type of situation…you’re unique.’

‘Well obviously I also want to know where your taking me, why you’re doing this…and…and o-t-h-er t-t-t-t-hings’ my tongue got tied as I saw him stand up. He pulled the chair he was sitting on right next to me, sat down, then looked me straight in the eye.

‘I’ll answer all your questions.’ his deep voice like thunder, ‘I am also quite curious about you.’

I could only blink and stare at him blankly. In the books I’d read, in the library and even the books that Amanda gave me, Kidnappers were never complaint or this direct.

‘So what do you want to know first.’

I gulped, ‘Where are you taking me?’

‘To a drop off point in Essex England.’ He didn’t blink, hesitate or stutter. ‘But after that I don’t know what will happen to you.’

‘You don’t know!’ I practically shrieked

Here is chapter 7!!!! I’m sorry that the chapter is so short. I had an exam today and I have one tomorrow and the day after that. But then I am free and able to fully concentrate on what I want to concentrate on. So I’ll start posting constant posts for this story starting next week.


Still stay tuned.

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A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince- Chapter Six

When I woke up it was dark.

I remember it being stiflingly hot. My eyes seemed to be covered by some type of cloth. My mouth was stuffed with something that forced it wide open and blocked any sounds from escaping. My hands and feet were tied up by a strong plastic material. I was in the fetal position.

‘vrooom…vrooom…vrooom’ were the sounds I heard.

My mind was groggy at first but when I slowly began to recall all that had happened, terror had began to consume me. Although I knew most of the stories told by the books in the library or by my Mother were lies, I still remembered them. At the time I had never been outside of my estate, I had never stepped through those black iron gates, nor had I ever interacted with people other than the hired staff. So even though I felt at the time that I knew what the outside world was like because of the books Amanda gave me, deep down I doubted them. They could of just been another set of lies made to confuse me. Perhaps I was really entering a world of death, despair and endless war. In addition being kidnapped like this made my fear even worse.

I writhed and squirmed a bit, and tried to scream, however I simultaneously didn’t want my screams to be heard. What if the people that came to help me were even worse than that man and woman, what if something even scarier got me. Those thoughts filled my mind, which when I think about it now they were useless thoughts because I didn’t make that much noise anyway.

I wanted to go home. I wanted my Mother, I wanted Lisa, I wanted Jamie. I wanted someone to help. This state of panic continued for an unknown amount of time until I heard the ‘vroom vroom’ sound stop. Then a few minutes later there was a creak and I felt myself being lifted up.

‘Christ this bag is so heavy’ Someone moaned, it wasn’t a voice I recognised, neither the man or the woman.

‘Stop your moaning Michael or I’ll hit you.’ That was definitely the voice of the combat boots lady.

‘Christ Val, why would you hit me! I’m only saying.’

‘You’ve been moaning since we got here goddamnit! Oh it’s so hot! Ewww a Mosquito bit me! Blah blah blah! So just shut the hell up!’

‘Holy! Ray! Are you gonna let her talk to me like that? It’s not like I asked to be here! You and her were the ones begging me to be apart of your team. Don’t you think this treatment is a bit out of order?!’

I felt my blood freeze as I heard the icy voice of the man I met in the library, ‘Why don’t you both shut up! You can relax and continue your petty argument once we’re on the cruise ship and halfway to Jamaica. This is a big job. If you don’t wanna work together then both of you can walk now. I promise to spend your share of the pay well.’


‘Christ Ray, don’t have to get all sensitive, on your period are you? Geez I’m sorry. You hear that Val, I said I’m sorry! See Ray we’re the best of friends now! haha gosh you guys are such kill joys.’

The one called Michael continued his nervous chatter. I could hear him clearly because he was holding me and with every step he took the bag I was in would swing and hit his side. It was sweltering hot and in that bag I couldn’t breathe, I felt so restricted, sweaty, and light headed.

The walking continued and then I heard the splashing sound of water and the calling of birds, I believe they were seagulls. I felt a strange excitement because I was certain we were near the ocean. A place that I had only heard about. To me the ocean seemed like a paradise.

I heard Ray talking to someone, there were snippets of ‘We’re the VIP’s, the ones that don’t need their luggage checked.’…’Yh here’s your tip’

‘Come this way’

Then there was more walking and after a few minutes I felt pain down my back as I was dumped on the floor.

‘What the hell are you doing! Don’t just through him on the floor!’ Val screamed.

‘Oops’ shrugged Michael, ‘I forgot the item was a person this time.’

‘You’re a freaking idiot!!! We need to bring him alive and un-harmed you absolute twat’

‘I already told you I don’t respond to rude language like that, Missy’

‘You American tosser’

‘You British Tramp’

As they argued I felt myself being lifted again and placed on a soft surface. Then there was the sound of a zipper being pulled up, then I felt firm hands pull the blindfold around my eyes.

It was bright and momentarily I was blinded.

When my eyes adjusted I was staring into the handsome face of the man I now knew to be Ray.

He took out the gag from my mouth and smiled.

‘You must be pretty to resistant to drugs, you’re already awake.’ he muttered, there was surprise in his eyes.

Behind him those two were still yelling at each other. An irritable look passed between his brows and he pulled out a gun from a bag, it had a silencer on it, and he shot at the floor where they stood. They immediately quietened down.

He then turned back at me, again smiling that sweet almost innocent smile.

‘You must be thirsty.’

Here is Chapter 6. Dunn dunnn duuuuuun.

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A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince- Chapter five


I remember my emotions at that point being a mixture of terror, confusion, and excitement as he held that metal object against my head. I felt my body tremble and all I could do was stare wide-eyed at the staff member who was collapsed on the ground, a thick red liquid spreading from her head.

‘Turn around!’ he commanded.

I slowly turned. I heard shuffling sounds and then felt his gun press against my back. My eyes flickered upwards but there were no cameras on this side of the library. No one was going to come to help me.

‘I’m guessing you’re the young master of this place, right?’

‘Yes…Yes I am’

‘Oh what luck, I didn’t think I’d be able to get to you this easily.’ he muttered. ‘Okay, now let’s leave’


‘Walk out of the library.’

I nodded whilst looking ahead. I then walked out of that aisle and headed towards the exit. My breathing was heavy, my heart was thundering and cold sweat trickled down my neck.

Closer to the exit. In this area there were more cameras and I could see the red light flickering underneath them. So they were working. But there were no alarm bells. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. ‘Can’t they see I’m in danger, can’t they tell something isn’t right’ I had thought.

As I left the library and entered the wide marble corridor, I hesitated, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do past this point.

There were some busy servants that passed us, nodding respectfully, then they continued on their way. I could still feel the cold metal of that gun pressed against my back. So why hadn’t they noticed anything. Confused I turned my head and looked back.

He was standing there, he was very tall, he was holding a stack of books very close to me, the books were pressing against my back. They concealed the gun he was holding underneath them in his other hand. From above the security cameras likely only saw the books and the staff generally avoided eye contact and probably didn’t notice the small black gun.

Around his neck was the ID that the woman from before had been wearing, combined with his tropical blue shirt he blended in with the other workers here. Nobody was suspecting a thing.

Noticing my eyes on him he flashed me a brilliant smile, ‘Now let’s go to your bedroom. There are no cameras there, right?’ Although he phrased it as a question from the look in his eyes I could tell it was rhetorical and he already knew that.

I gulped regardless and murmured. ‘Yes there are no cameras there.’

He didn’t respond.  So I began heading down the corridor towards my bedroom. The journey was likely short but in my mind at that time it took too long. Every second extended into an hour, every step I took was uncertain and terrified. Every worker that passed me I stared at them, begging for them to pay attention to me, to help me. No one did.

When we arrived my sweaty hands fumbled with the silver handles on the white oak doors. Open…open…open I panicked when I pulled them and it didn’t budge. Then I heard his childish laughter again as his hand went past me and pushed the doors, I blanched as they swung inwardly open.

Then I felt his hands push me into the room. I lost my balance and found myself sprawled on the floor only to look up and see him close the doors behind us.

With a dangerous stranger whose intentions remained unknown, I was now alone with him in my room, or at least that was what I thought. Then I heard, ‘So this is the kid. He’s cute.’

I turned around sharply, startled, to see a lady sitting on the edge of my bed. She had silky black wavy long hair, one of those stunning caucasian faces with a gorgeous pixie nose, plump lips, and seemingly smooth skin. Her one flaw was the jagged scar that began on the left side of her lip, ran up the side of her cheek, cut across her left eye.

She was dressed in black, wearing large leather combat boots, black jeans, and a leather jacket. That was the fist time I’d seen anyone wear so much black  rather than bright tropical clothing. Additionally it was summer, the weather was on average 30 degrees on the island, she should of been stifling hot, but she appeared unaffected.

‘That was faster than I thought, how did you get him so quickly’ her voice was raspy.

‘He came to me’ bluntly said the man.

‘Wow really?! After months of scoping out this place, monitoring the security and finally infiltrating and he came to you. That’s so boring!!! I got Michael to bring the bazooka and everything! And what about this.’ she brandished two heavy looking metal objects, I later learned they were AK-45’s, and waved them in the air, ‘I was waiting for you to mess up, then I was gonna completely total this shit hole.’

The man smiled wryly ‘I never mess up.’

The woman laughed ‘Well we only have have a 30 minute window to get out of here.’

‘You’re wrong , make that 10 minutes, I killed a worker earlier.’

‘Damn. Then we should leave now!’ she exclaimed as she walked up to me, her combat boots clicking on the floor.

I stood up at that point, maybe it was because of shock and confusion that I had been so obedient before, but by this point I had gotten to my senses enough to start running to the bathroom. There was a panic button in there.

Yet as I turned around I felt the firm hands of the man gripping my shoulder and the prick of a needle in my neck. I wondered if that was how my Mother felt every time Jamie restrained her. The world became hazy and dark.

I could only hear a crackling sound and the words ‘We’ve secured the item.’

Then nothing.

That was how I left my prison of 18 years.


It’s Fathers day!!! I absolutely love my Dad tons. Yesterday with my other siblings, we treated him to a movie, bowling and fun at the arcade. I completely forgot to post Chapter five because of this, but here it is now. I’ll also post Chapter 6 today.  Stay tuned.

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