Two thousand, one hundred and ninety-one days.. Or is it more now..? I have lost count for a long time ago but I think that's pretty close. That's how long I have been in this place, with the same people that took me so long ago from my parents. My memory is scattered but I remember the day me and my parents went to Russia on vacation... I remember the journal I got in my fourteen's birthday and that now I can write down everything on my mind and everything I experience, but I was never really good at that.. Not until now at least. Now I'm writing to remember everything and never forget who I am, or maybe I have already forgotten who I am..? Who knows.. Anyways, back on topic!
I was fourteen when we went to Russia on a vacation. I was really looking forward to it and all the new things I was gonna see.. Little did I know that it would change my life completely. We were going home one night and I ran a little bit away from my parents as I usually did.. That's when they found me.. I didn't know who they were or what they wanted. I just remember them taking me into a car and drove off. I try to forget that night but the fear I felt was too strong. I wanted to go back to my parents, but they wouldn't let me.. I never saw them again. I quickly realized this was my new life, they made that really clear for me..
They drove for hours with me in the backseat before we eventually stopped and they dragged me out of the car and into a building, down into the basement... I didn't know where I was, it was too dark to see anything. I only knew that we were far away from everything because I could hear it as we drove off-road for a very long time. I don't remember much details anymore, all I remember is the fear and the pain I went through. After a very long time, I was sure I was about to go crazy but that was before I realized the masked people were only there to keep me company and help me. I thought it was really strange that the people who took me here never seemed to see the masked people, like ever.. Maybe the masked people were hiding from them? The people who took me weren't that bad when I think about it. As I grew older I started somewhat caring about them and that's why it was such a shame that they just disappeared one day.
The day they disappeared I actually managed to get out of the house on my own. The feeling was quite freeing actually. I could finally breathe in the fresh air, all by myself. I traveled for a long time before I actually reached a small town. There was not really any people around. But very quickly I realized something was wrong, some sick people were walking around.. Once they laid their eyes on me they ran towards me and growled at me and that's when I realized the masked people were right all along. This world is not real, at least not what we thought was real.. This is a new world, a world I can do whatever I want and nobody can stop me.. Let the fun begin...
- A journal