I moved side to side, my heart pounding, my eyes filled with tears. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I tasted my tears fearlessly, the weird taste of one's own tears irritated me. Rolling over my king-size bed, I felt huge discomfort and agony, in a place I should have felt nothing short of real comfort. I could feel my brain cells almost evaporating into thin air, into another universe, another galaxy other than the milky way (if you're brushed up on your knowledge of the solar system, you'll know what I mean).
There was a knock at the door.
Mum had sent one of my younger sisters up with a packet of Oreos and a glass half full with strawberry-flavoured milk. I gave her the usual nod and she walked off obediently. I have a funny relationship with my sister you see, I can communicate to her what I want or give her an instruction without opening my mouth. The severity of what I am saying needs no verbal echoing, but a gesture seems to do the trick. Now that she's growing up, she's starting to become full of herself (as most young teenage girls do). Its the attitude along with the slamming of the bedroom door that I seize to tolerate. We hardly talk, but I'd love to know her deepest thoughts. After all she is my sister, but sometimes I feel like we are strangers rather than blood.
So there I was, laying down, lost, my heart empty and my mind clogged. I felt underneath my pillow for my phone, and kissed my teeth at the time. It was forty minutes past eleven.Time for me to get ready for my shift at Iceland. I started to get up slowly, my head spinning and my feet aching from my security shift at Wembley stadium the night before.
After what seemed like ages getting ready, I ambled to the bus stop. The bus timer said that my bus that goes towards my workplace would yet be another 23 minutes. I hated waiting and so I decided to start walking. Suddenly I felt like I was a stranger in my own dream, a sensation I cannot describe to the extent that I want to. As I was walking, I started to think about what it would be like to have my own place, to throw parties every other weekend and what it would feel like to bear the responsibility of paying bills. You know what they say, the grass is greener on the other side, till you get there and find it to be a couple shades lighter than you thought it to be.
Its just I was going through a lot, what with loosing my best friend to a stabbing and me having to deal with depression. I felt angry all the time and I guess I just want my own space. I want to lock myself away from the world and sit at home having ice-cream all day and watching feel good movies.
Someone from behind put their hands over my eyes and got me into a headlock. My day dream of living alone and feelings of self pity were gone in a split second. I started to panic, as this man fought with me, whilst taping up my mouth. I felt his tough dry hands move over my face, before he blindfolded me as well. The smell of weed mixed with alcohol was making me feel nauseous. I started to scream and repeatedly kick the man that was holding me, which only led to me being spat on and punched in the eyes. My stomach started feeling queasy, I wanted my mum. I was scared for my life.
He picked me up and threw me into the back of a van. As he started driving, I realised I wasn't the only one in the back of this van. There were others there too. At first it was silent, but then I started to hear voices mumbling, deep breathing and a woman tending to her baby in a language that sounded sweet, but which I couldn't understand.
What the hell is happening, I thought to myself. At this point,I was too scared to even scream. Suddenly I realised how important my family were to me and how much I wanted to be amongst them right now and feel safety and security.
The van stopped abruptly. The sun shining so hard, the sun rays were making me twitch under my blindfold. The man opened the boot and took of the tape on all our mouths and our blindfolds too. I looked up at him and froze. This was a man that lived on the opposite road to me.We never spoke, but we'd smile at each other on the road. What did he want with me?I was more confused than angry at this point. I observed those around me, most of them looked Columbian.
One by one, each of us were carried out of the van and on board of what I gathered to be a gigantic ship. The sound of the sea waves was harmonious but causing me to worry at the same time. No words could amount to the description of how many tears fell from my eyes. As I lay shivering next to another woman and her son, I was filled with so much anxiety that I just wanted to die.
Who would have thought I'd be leaving for a holiday, or rather a trip, so far away, without having said goodbye to those that truly loved me? My family.
There was a knock at the door.
Mum had sent one of my younger sisters up with a packet of Oreos and a glass half full with strawberry-flavoured milk. I gave her the usual nod and she walked off obediently. I have a funny relationship with my sister you see, I can communicate to her what I want or give her an instruction without opening my mouth. The severity of what I am saying needs no verbal echoing, but a gesture seems to do the trick. Now that she's growing up, she's starting to become full of herself (as most young teenage girls do). Its the attitude along with the slamming of the bedroom door that I seize to tolerate. We hardly talk, but I'd love to know her deepest thoughts. After all she is my sister, but sometimes I feel like we are strangers rather than blood.
So there I was, laying down, lost, my heart empty and my mind clogged. I felt underneath my pillow for my phone, and kissed my teeth at the time. It was forty minutes past eleven.Time for me to get ready for my shift at Iceland. I started to get up slowly, my head spinning and my feet aching from my security shift at Wembley stadium the night before.
After what seemed like ages getting ready, I ambled to the bus stop. The bus timer said that my bus that goes towards my workplace would yet be another 23 minutes. I hated waiting and so I decided to start walking. Suddenly I felt like I was a stranger in my own dream, a sensation I cannot describe to the extent that I want to. As I was walking, I started to think about what it would be like to have my own place, to throw parties every other weekend and what it would feel like to bear the responsibility of paying bills. You know what they say, the grass is greener on the other side, till you get there and find it to be a couple shades lighter than you thought it to be.
Its just I was going through a lot, what with loosing my best friend to a stabbing and me having to deal with depression. I felt angry all the time and I guess I just want my own space. I want to lock myself away from the world and sit at home having ice-cream all day and watching feel good movies.
Someone from behind put their hands over my eyes and got me into a headlock. My day dream of living alone and feelings of self pity were gone in a split second. I started to panic, as this man fought with me, whilst taping up my mouth. I felt his tough dry hands move over my face, before he blindfolded me as well. The smell of weed mixed with alcohol was making me feel nauseous. I started to scream and repeatedly kick the man that was holding me, which only led to me being spat on and punched in the eyes. My stomach started feeling queasy, I wanted my mum. I was scared for my life.
He picked me up and threw me into the back of a van. As he started driving, I realised I wasn't the only one in the back of this van. There were others there too. At first it was silent, but then I started to hear voices mumbling, deep breathing and a woman tending to her baby in a language that sounded sweet, but which I couldn't understand.
What the hell is happening, I thought to myself. At this point,I was too scared to even scream. Suddenly I realised how important my family were to me and how much I wanted to be amongst them right now and feel safety and security.
The van stopped abruptly. The sun shining so hard, the sun rays were making me twitch under my blindfold. The man opened the boot and took of the tape on all our mouths and our blindfolds too. I looked up at him and froze. This was a man that lived on the opposite road to me.We never spoke, but we'd smile at each other on the road. What did he want with me?I was more confused than angry at this point. I observed those around me, most of them looked Columbian.
One by one, each of us were carried out of the van and on board of what I gathered to be a gigantic ship. The sound of the sea waves was harmonious but causing me to worry at the same time. No words could amount to the description of how many tears fell from my eyes. As I lay shivering next to another woman and her son, I was filled with so much anxiety that I just wanted to die.
Who would have thought I'd be leaving for a holiday, or rather a trip, so far away, without having said goodbye to those that truly loved me? My family.