I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I couldn't even scream, the ball of cloth they had shoved in my mouth wasn't clean, it tastes of sweat and dirt and oil. I was so sacred. 'This isn't how eleventh birthdays are meant to go' I remember thinking to myself as I bumped up and down in that small space, probably a car boot now I look back on it.
Then I stopped bumping around and a moment later I could see small specs of light through black fabric bag they placed over my head. I remember hands grabbing me around the arms too hard so I kicked and thrashed out but he grip only tightened so I kicked more and then a sharp pain spread through my head and the world blacked out again.
The kind lady, I can't remember her name, let me play with Lego when I went to see her, I never played with Lego before, I liked building things and crating things but I liked destroying them even more. I never had Lego at home. The kind lady asked me questions every now and again about things, I think about a trip I went on without mummy and daddy, but I can't remember it.
I wish I could see that shrink again she probably could help me a lot more now that she did back then.
Mummy and daddy got me a private trainer for my eleventh birthday, I can't remember it but they said they forgot to get me a present so instead they hired Sensei to teach me martial arts three times a week. I don't know why I never expressed an interest in the arts before, perhaps it had something to do with the trip I don't remember.
Hi, my names Jack Harkins, I'm fifteen years old, turning sixteen in two weeks. I was kidnapped as a kid but don't remember it, apparently I supressed the memory. Now days I like to spend my time stealing cars, it gives me an adrenalin rush, I'll never get caught though, and even if I did I'm a black belt in karate, I'd like to see the coppers take me down.