I remember seeing mum and dads face when the people took me, there was not a drop of remorse on their was three years ago that they took me away and they have never once even tried to see me since, for all they know I could be lying in a ditch dead and they wouldn't even know.
I have spent countless nights hoping and wishing that just maybe one day ill be set free but I know that the people who took me are too heartless to let me try to have a normal life.
Now I am fifteen and my name is Alicia May, I have not talked to anyone in over three years and I have not seen anyone in over three years, I have become so weak from the food they give us that I barely have the strength to get the tray of food every day. I am so pail and skinny that I must look anorexic.
In this cadge of a room there are two metal framed beds with a mattress and what's left of a mattress on the floor, there is only one blanket in the room but I guess that doesn't matter since I don't share this room with anyone.
The only thing I have left from when I was a normal child is a what use to be a bright purple note book and a old blue pen that I snuck in without the guards checking.