How did I get my scars?
Memories that will haunt me till the day I die. I’m not scared of those memories; I’m scared of what would happen if I decided to actually sit down and remember every horrifying detail. Do you know what it feels like to be bitten by a scorpion and have no one to help you. You suffer for days without any source if treatment until you are finally helped. Then a week after you are helped you are bitten again, left for a few days then helped again. Then you have this process continued for months. I’m sure you don’t know how such horror would feel cause its inhumane.
Just the thought of it is sickening isn’t it. Well, that was my life a few years ago for a few months. Ironically this was just a tip of the iceberg. I lived in hell on earth for years. I’m sure a lot of people would wonder how I survived all this and how this happened to me, who was responsible, how did I escape and so on and so forth but even I don’t know how it happened.
Let’s start from the beginning. I was happy, very much so living with my parents in our home. I had my family, friends and a life. I had everything I could possibly wish for until it was snatched away from me the moment my parents were abducted. My uncle immediately took over my father’s business and as he said ‘tried to find my parents’. The police were involved but they were unsuccessful. Months passed and my parents were still not found. My life changed drastically in those months. I had bodyguards following me everywhere. Eventually I was assigned a security team. I was constantly being watched.
It got to the point that I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but school. My parents absence was causing me nightmares, after about 3 months I began therapy. Our meetings were recorded so I couldn’t entirely trust her. My uncle was my legal guardian so he controlled my life at that point I noticed that he had no care for me as I had initially thought. I was restricted more and more. I couldn’t leave my room without my uncles’ permission. My phone, iPad and laptop were constantly being monitored and searched every morning and night. I wasn’t allowed to be with any of my devices beyond 10pm.
While all this was going on I had an emergency phone that I used on occasion so as not to get caught. The day my cards were seized I transferred all my funds to my emergency account that my father had made for me. I was the only one allowed access to it so no one but I and my father knew about it. My personal accounts were connected to me personally so my uncle couldn’t get access to it either because of the clear instructions of my father to the banks.
After I graduated high school, my uncle decided that my college education should be completed at home, meaning that I was to be home schooled, of course I threw a tantrum and complained but it all fell on deaf ears. I eventually started home schooling and I hated every minute of it. On my 18th birthday I was thrown a glamorous party. All my friends were invited, at least the ones I had left. At said event I was introduced to my fiancé that I was never aware of until that night. For the sake of courtesy, I acted polite. He was very handsome though, but I wasn’t interested, and I was too young to marry.
A surprise car was brought in at the very last minute, so all the guests were asked to go outside to watch me open it, as it was wrapped in huge wrapping paper. When the car was unwrapped everyone was horrified by what they saw. My parents were seated in it covered in blood and unconscious. I was about to run to the car when I was immediately grabbed by one of the bodyguards. I yelled and screamed and struggled to be set free, but I was simply ignored and carried into the house since I wasn’t cooperating.
The last thing I saw were bodyguards swarming the vehicle and everyone being told to enter the house and leave through a private exit. I was thrown into my room and locked in. I immediately went to the window to look at the car. I saw the security scanning the car looking for threats, all that was going through my mind was I hoped my parents were okay, but all hope was dashed when the security shouted one singular word ‘BOMB!’, not even close to a minute later the car exploded right before my eyes. After the explosion my bodyguards rushed into my room and took me to a safe house. I too was trapped in shock to even respond. A day later my uncle came to inform me that my parents were dead. I immediately lost consciousness.
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