My Nightmare Jinxed It All - Original Writing
I woke with a start - My Nightmare Jinxed It All - Original Writing introduction. I could feel my heart thudding against my chest. Sweat poured from every inch of my body. I shivered. I was scared.
As the darkness of the room surrounded me, I smelt danger in the air, but I had no time to think – I was exhausted. I twisted and turned, trying to get back to sleep, but soon found that I could no longer do so.
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My bed felt like rocks beneath me. My body was stiff and my legs ached from playing hours of continuous football. The longer I lay, the more impossible it became for me to get some sleep.
Just as I began to dose off, I heard a sound. It was muffled at first, but gradually grew louder. Maybe it was my parents, back from work, I thought? I doubted it. They would not be back till after sunrise. When I realised this I nearly cried. I hugged myself tight. I buried myself under my bed sheets, wishing that this was all part of a bad dream. A dream that when I awoke, would all be over.
Creaking on the landing, squeaking on the banister. As each and every step drew closer, I dug deeper and deeper into my bed, just hoping it would swallow me up for ever. I then lay flat, praying I would go unnoticed. A stranger was here, for what I do not know, and that was the least I could do.
SMASH! I gasped; too loud I think it was. My bedroom door slammed open, hard, against my white coated walls. I cried out in alarm, holding tight onto my bedposts.
Sudden it was. Two massive gloved hands grabbed me by the collar. I was forced to let go of my bed, which I did not know when I would meet again. My mouth was instantly covered by a heavy hand. I was held tight under a sweaty armpit. My arms were screwed behind my back. It was only my legs that were free. They fought hard but they weren’t enough.
The last flight of stairs it was. I was pulled down by one set of arms and firmly tugged by another. My eyes stung with tears. I could just make out a long piece of cloth being brought towards my very face, and as it drew closer, I held my breath.
“To night,” I heard one man say.
Just as I was about to sit up I heard three gruff voices, and recalled the happenings of the night before. I was determined not to worry just yet, but rather find out about my whereabouts. And so I peeped, from the corner of my left eye.
Before me, sat three men. Three men. Three men, of three different heights, sizes and assumingly weight. One muscular, one tall and lean whilst the other short and stout. All three, hunched around a table, drinking from mugs, which let out steam; like nothing had ever happened.
I boiled with anger. I knew I had to escape, and that had to be soon. I lay still. I could hear the sound of the waves lapping against the wooden planks of the boat. Thrown, nearly aboard, I was, when a huge wave came rolling on the underside, causing me to fly.
Shortly after, I was lifted and carried to shore, where I was forced to walk. There were not many people about which were not at all surprising. Why would there be? Having had no food, for what seemed like years, was the result of my ‘zero’ strength.
Shoved into the back of the van, like a boxed parcel, made my bones ache. A surge of pain rushed through my body every few seconds. This was a film that had come to life. The fact that I was in the centre of it was the worst bit of all.
Toast and cheese is what they gave me. From this minute onwards, I knew that my life was going to be hell. I knew we were now in France. Paris, the sign posts had said. A remote area we were staying in, indeed. This made me feel uncomfortable but also gave me the feeling of triumph!
I had been a many times here before, with both my parents, on business trips, and occasionally for holidays. Yes, maybe I did not know this particular street, but this did not imply I could not find my way around.
The biggest problem of all was that I did not know where to begin.
“Ay Son where’s it that your mom works?”
The conversation had been going on for hours. I never had a clue, why they bothered at all. They weren’t getting many responses, and the more they threatened me, the less they would get.
“Dunno,” I said, half in whisper, knowing that this is not what they were exactly hoping for in response. Jim his name was, the muscular man, raised his voice that instant. He had not spoken much but his ways sent shivers down my spine. “Speak up,” he roared, “or ya won’t be seein’ ya bloody mom again!”
I shivered at the thought. “Stephanie… Stephanie towers,” I choked. Surely they wouldn’t do this? These were the last words I spoke to them, for a while, and they were the last I ever wanted to say.
Late at night, I was still lying in bed, wide awake. A bed it was they called it. To me it was jus a couple of stones that had a rug placed on top, on which my cold back lay. I was locked up in a dark room where the icy air pierced through my skin. There were two small windows, in the centre of the two walls, on either side. Locked, they were too. Nevertheless, a cunning plan I had devised, rattled through my mind.
Many days have gone by and I just have not had enough time to sit back and write. I have been really busy… you know a lot of things to do.
I was kidnapped! Yes, I was kidnapped! It was not something that I ever thought would happen to me, but it has. It was a nightmare… right from the beginning.
I’m telling you Diary, I was scared out of my wits. I was absolutely terrified! Since the moment I knew what was happening, I didn’t want to believe it at all. I jus wished it was a really bad, dream.
What they planned to do was ruthless. I felt disgusted at the thought. I heard them that night, as I put my ear close to the door. They planned to take out my kidney and sell it within hours the next day; where to, no other than the black market. Such a thing made me tremble then, but to be honest I’m just glad I’m out of it all at the present moment.
What – and the other one, sounded a bit like Jim to me, suggested I should not be returned till they receive some sort of payment. Yeah, my mom and dad do own a business, but for god sake man it’s still small. In fact there’s hardly anything in it at all! Bloody hell, they’re not loaded you know!!!
You know diary, I do not understand what people see in money. They just want, want and want. Greedy folks, damn greedy! I thank my dad’s friends whole heartedly. If it wasn’t for them, God knows what would have been of me. They would’ve taken out my kidney, liver, heart and all. Seems to me as if the world is coming to an end.
Right now I lie in bed where I should be feeling safe and sound, but am not at all. What if they come back to get me, ‘cos the police don’t find them at all.
This all began as a nightmare, one that I regret ever dreaming, and there’s contemplation in my mind, that it’s all not over yet!