The Days That Live In Infamy

When I crawled into the back seat of that "police car" I had no idea what was about to come. The thoughts running through my head during the drive didn't even compare to the reality I was about to face. The floor was covered in trash which I thought was unusual for a police car but I didn't dare to say a single word. I could feel myself shaking as I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat and hold back the tears from falling down my face. I was so worried about what my mother was going to do when I got home that I didn't even realize we were driving the opposite way from my house. I spent the next ten minutes trying to work up the courage to ask where we were going but once I finally opened my mouth, not a single sound came out. It was like my vocal cords were paralyzed. After another hour of driving, the car pulled up to this run down house somewhere in Fall River. I knew the town because I saw big sign on the highway that said "Welcome to Fall River, enjoy your stay!"; I knew I wouldn't enjoy my stay. We pulled into the garage and the skinny cop grabbed my arm and ripped me from the back seat, dragging me inside the house. I finally got my voice back as I screamed "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Who are you?" The only response I got from them was "Shut up you little brat or I'll kill you"; I never said another word. The skinny cop brought me into this secluded room in the basement with nothing but a dirty sleeping bag. The next things to come would be the worst of it, something I refuse to repeat, something so bad and disgusting that I will never be the same. This happened 3 times each day that I was imprisoned in that room. The skinny cop brought me food once a day, I could sense he was the weaker one, I could see the sympathy in his eyes as he handed me a class of water and a peanut butter sandwich that had to last me the whole day. I knew this wasn't his idea and he was just as afraid of the fat cop as I was, but that only made me feel better for a few minutes before remembering that his partner would be coming in soon to "spend time with me". Finally, on the 4th day of captivitey, I had the chance to escape. I heard the door slam behind the "cops" as they exited the house and I knew that if I had any chance to get out of here, this was it. I climbed up the stairs, carefully listening to my surroudnigns in case they came back earlier than expected. Once I reached the back door I ran as fast as I could through the woods, not knowing where I was heading but knowing anywhere was better than that place. I ran as fast as lightning, faster than I ever thought I could, but no matter how fast I ran I could still feel the fat cop's breath on my shoulder, I could hear him breathing heavily in my ear, the thoughts of what happened in that basement refused to leave my mind. I finally reached a gas station and I knew I would be saved. I told the guy behind the counter that I was kidnapped and to call the police. He did immediately after I finished talking and a few minutes later the police showed up. The real police. It was over, it was finally over.

                                     http://thisdistractedglobe.com/2010/05/12/mystic-river/