Flirting With Death.

In a very big city in Bulgaria, was where I, Sonia lived with my wealthy parents and an elder brother, who was a very famous musician known as 'The Stage Rocker.' I didn't enjoy any bit of my childhood as I was always locked up in my luxurious room. Even though I lived in a mansion, I didn't like anything I had because even though I had all the Barbie dolls and every kind of toy one could think of, I had no one to share them with, no one to play with, and no one to talk to. My dad who was the mayor of the neighborhood was always busy with work and he never spent time with his family. My mom was also a business tycoon who dealt with constructions. And was never home too. The only times I could see my parents were on a few weekends. I never experienced my parents love as they were never home. I had everything, but I lacked emotional love. I could not even think about running away from home for there were many security guards around the house as my family was a very wealthy one. I always felt miserable, lonely and rejected. I would sometimes hear kids voices through my window, I would then rush to my glass window and open it, I would see many kids downstairs on a playground, running around with joy. When I see them, I'll just cry and ask myself why I came from a rich family and why I didn't have a childhood like other kids. But those questions were never answered for there was no one to answer them for me. The only places I was allowed to go to were to school and to church. I was never allowed to have any friends for fear of bad influence from them. I was always scolded for every little thing which eventually made me cry. Crying was my solution to every problem. I felt like a restless prisoner in my own house. This made me really timid. I never reacted to any bullying at school. The school bully, Billy Bates, would always say harsh words to me which made me cry in the hallway at school. Everyone used to laugh at me because I was rich and stupid, they were all jealous of me, they didn't know that I was ready to exchange my lonely life with theirs. I had really tight security at home and everywhere I went, I had a tall and masculine bodyguard always following me and no one was allowed to come close to me. I was treated like a princess and I hated it so much. I loved to be with other people but I didn't have that opportunity. As I was living my miserable life for 19 years, something terrific happened one day. It was Monday evening and my parents were not back from work. Around 5 pm I heard a gunshot downstairs, I got frightened and entered my huge wardrobe, I sat in there with fright, hugging my thighs tightly. I was about to get out of the wardrobe and lock the door to my room when I suddenly heard a bang on it, I began to shiver, with tears running down my cheeks, I thought of how a gunshot would make my miserable life come to an end that day. Three men dressed in all black, covering their faces with black face masks entered my room and I could see them through the holes of the wardrobe doors searching for, I don't know. They kept scattering my stuff and as I was crying I was feeling dizzy too. I didn't know if it was because I was too scared or it was something else. The next thing I could remember was waking up on a very hard bed compared to mine at home. I then saw two men sitting by the fire that gave a little bit of brightness to the room we were in. I tried to get up but I couldn't, I then decided to speak but I realized I had lost my voice too. What is going on? I was lost in thoughts.