Bong-Cha
I came alive slowly trying to remember where I was, this was not Amy's room. My body was numb with pain as I tried to move my body and stretch my leg which was both tied and my hands behind it.
"Matt?" I called in the darkness licking my chapped, dry lips wondering how long I have been held, hostage.
"Matt?" I called again, more urgently trying to stop the tears that were at the back of my throat.
I wondered if Amy had noticed I was missing. I thought about my mom and my dad plus my siblings who had all taught I had come to New York for a school project, this wasn't how I wanted to die at least.
I and Matt had set up an appointment to meet this morning and I painfully waited till Amy had left the house for the market before leaving the house following Matt's direction till
