My Past: Kidnapped Part I
Hi! I'm Hoshino Yuki! I'm 6 years old! Last year, I developed an annoying trait of speaking random jibberish in awkward silences. This year I do it often, I have light brown hair that mommy says is odly turning blonde and I have pretty pale skin because I'm sick with this disease that make me have trouble breathing and makes me throw up and have really bad fevers and freeze all the time. The doctors told mommy that It will probably happen on and off through out my life because of a 'miwatwated gane' or something.
I'm laying in bed right now watching Dora, my mommy forced me too, I don't like Dora. I'd rather shoot her in the face with my daddy's 'wiper wiffle' but mommy says I can't and that I'm not aloud to watch daddy's sci-fi movies with the aracnids and such because its a 'bad inwuence' on me. But I don't think so. I pulled the blankets over my head to block out Dora and maybe get some sleep, Mommy had left to get me some soup so I was home alone.
I got down from my bed since I could nott sleep and grabbed my bunny 'Wuggles' and dragged him down the stairs and into the kitchen, I struggled to get the applethat was on the counter and once I got it I bit into it and smiled "Wummy!" I exclaimed and hugged my bunny, taking another bite out of my apple.
I heard a crashing sound upstairs and I dropped my apple, I ran upstairs and came face to face with a man, he looked famililiar though. He had black hair and a scrawny build, he had tanned skin and brown eyes, he was wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a white button down shirt, tucked in of course. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but feel pervertness intent as he said "Found her." and picked me up, bunny and all.
I began thrashing around "We Go or mommy will get wou!" I cried pounding on his back with my small fists. He doesn't let go he just shrugs me off and drops me into the backseat of a car and closes the door and went to the front and drove off, I tried opening the door and banging on it and kicking it, I even tried hitting the window with a hammer and it didn't open in just the slightest, not even a crack in the glass.
I began smelling a sweet frangrance and with one last glass at my house, I passed out.
