The road was long and seemed to drag on forever as the car slowly pulled away. I tried to look out of the window but couldn't see a thing for I had a bag over my head. I realised that my hands were tied behind my back as I tried to wriggle free. I must have been knocked out cold for a few hours as the last thing I remember was saying goodnight to my mom and dad and going to sleep and then I woke up in this car with a bag over my head. I had no idea who I had been captured by. 'Who would want to capture a child?' is all that went through my head as the car travelled along.
The car arrived at its destination and I was viciously dragged out of the boot of the car and thrown to the ground with a thud, the bag was removed off my head and I was faced with a M9 Beretta 9mm pistol. I didn't know what was going to happen. I got led by my captives who were masked in thick, black balaclavas into a dimly lit room with a sofa and a TV, the basics on which to live. It appeared to be a hideout of some sort. A very basic hideout and the gun was yet again placed at my head. There were 3 of them in total, all dressed in army camouflage and these black balaclavas. One of their names was Harry. I overheard one of their conversations; "What shall we do with him Harry?" I heard him say. I didn't know which one it was as they were in another room but I could tell by the tone of the reply that this wasn't going to be a nice experience.
"What do you want from me?" I said scared out of my wit. "Where are my family?"
"Sit down and shut up!" ordered one of the captives, forcing the gun into my head one more time. "Watch the TV". I sat and watched a video. There was this man tied up on a chair, screaming for help. He was being tortured. Standing beside him was a tall, thin man dressed as my captives were and holding a rifle. I watched this man get tortured and tortured and tortured until breaking point. At first I didn't realise who the man was until the very last minute when I realised it was my father. The gun got pointed to his head as he begged for them to stop. I shut my eyes; I didn't want to see what happened next. With my eyes shut, not knowing what was happening, I heard someone barge through the door and scream. It was a woman. It sounded like my mother and then suddenly without a seconds warning, the gun moved from the back of my head and I heard two gun shots. I didn't want to open my eyes for fear of what I might see however I forced myself to see the trauma that had occurred before my eyes.
I slowly opened my eyes to discover my mother lying on the floor in a pool of blood, blood streaming from her head. It was clear from the sight of her that she was no longer living. I screamed: "How could you do this?"
That was ten years ago
