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Night Owl: Prologue
Darkness. Pitch black darkness. Not darkness that comes from the night or when you close your eyes. The darkness that comes when you are locked in a confined space and your eyes are open. You could place your hand right in front of your face and not see it. The darkness that comes when you are buried alive like that of which I am in.
Pain. Now let me tell ya, this isn't just any type of pain. It is the kind of pain that tears apart your lungs when the oxygen gets low. The pain that lays there in your throat when you have no water. The pain of infected cuts and gashes, gunshot wounds, and burns. Broken bones and electrocution adds to my injuries as well as being taken advantage of.
I see my mom, my sister, my puppy, my family. My mom's accent tells me that it will all be okay. She will find me if it is the last thing that she does. She tells me she loves me. My sister's sweet, innocent voice cries out for me. My sweet baby sister tells me that she loves me too. She tells me that I need to come back. She tells me that she wants me to play with her. She needs me back. But, I know that there isn't a chance. My breathing is shallower and I am going in and out of consciousness. I can feel myself falling asleep again. Just when that happens, I see a crack of light. Then all fades black.
Three months later
"Class. The first thing you need to realize when you are writing your papers is to pick a subject you know a lot about and that you like. Now, in order to do that..." A knock at the door interrupted Miss Anya's instruction. My head snaps to the door and my back becomes ridged. Flashbacks swirl through my head and my breathing becomes panicked. I relax as Mrs. Meyer, the secretary, comes through the doors and motions Miss Anya over to her. Mrs. Meyer has a solemn look on her face as she is whispering to Miss Anya. When she is done, they both look over at me. My heart beats faster as they turn back and Miss Anya shakes her head with pity. She walks back over to the front of the class and calls out my name.
"Nasya Maja. Can you come up to the front of the classroom. Bring your stuff too."
I have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as a grab my books and place them in my backpack. Swinging my legs out into the aisle, I adjust my braces and pick my crutches up off the ground. My friend, Heather, grabs my backpack and helps me place it on. Before I can go down, she gives me a hug and promises to text me later. When her arms slide around me, I flinch and stiffen. I don't mean to do this but after being held captive for two and a half months, it is all I can do not to scream and go into a flashback.
I make my way down to Mrs. Meyer and Miss Anya. When I reach them, I see them share a look of grief and pity. There is a bit of silence before Miss Anya speaks up.
"Nasya, sweetie. There has been an accident."
A.N. I had this story on my mind for a while and I thought I would see if you guys would like it. If you would like to find out more, please review! Happy reading!