You don't know me you never did you only feel sorry for me because of all the blood I lost. That is all you know about me but my life is so much more than that. I was kidnapped at the age of ten and as much as my older brother knows I'm dead. It's hard not knowing where the only people in your family are. It's too hard for me not to find them to stay safe and hope that he'll come for me. Why is my life so hard? Why has it gone downhill? Can anyone save me? Save me form this big black hole called loneliness and death?