Do you know how it feels to be scared in every second of time? Too scared to even breath; afraid that the very breath might cause something unpleasant. Something you don't want to find out.
From going outside of the house to living in. It's hard to find a way to lead the life you have had for so long. Even the slightest heave of your chest is protested by the body. So much that you have to stop breathing for a second and those seconds turn into minutes after which the fear really cripples you and strips you bare out in the cold.
It's unstoppable and trying is inane.
I wasn't tied up or handcuff like all those cliché kidnapping stories. Instead, I had all the freedom that I could exercise in that shotgun seat. I believe that if I tried to escape then I could simply unlock the door and ru
