8 Memories and Thinking

I drank some water from the sink and sat on the bed to think. I remember my little sisters eighth birthday when she invited all her friends and we celebrated in the garden. She had a pink cake and a lot of presents. We all talked a lot and played funny games. My parents were there too but they mostly watched her and her friends with a smile. I sometimes helped with the games. It was a lot of fun. A few days before when I was still at home and everything was normal, I helped her with her homework. Her favorite subject were english and chemistry but she didn't liked sports or history. Just like me I didn't liked history eighter but my favorite subject was art of course.

Now my sister was thirteen and I was seventeen. There were four years between us. I missed her. I wondered what she was doing. Did she miss me too? Maybe she got bad marks because I couldn't help her study. Hopefully my parents would help her or her friends. I just hope I will get out of here soon.

Suddenly I realised the light which was shining through the metal rods was brighter. Brighter then usual. What did that mean? I looked up to the ceiling but there was noone there. No Fall Out Boy looking at me. I still had their images in my head when they were standing there. I should have said something. We should have talked but I just was too perplex to say anything. I just couldn't believe that. Everything that happend. The kidnapping, me getting trapped. Them. It all seamed so unreal. Like a dream. A really bad dream. I just wondered when I finally will wake up.

After thinking I laid down in my bed and fell asleep. I woke up at 11 am and got out of bed and wanted to do something. There wasn't much to do actually so I ended up sitting infront of my notepad again and was writing a story. A story about me. It was the fourth day and it already felt like an eternity. Like I would be here for weeks. But that wasn't true. I didn't know how long I will be here but I just hoped it won't be for long. I stopped writing because I didn't know anymore. I didn't do much so I won't write that down. I wrote down what happend. When I got my notepad and the colored pencils, when I found the knife under my bed, when I got nothing to eat for the whole day. Things like that.

I sighed when I was finished. Streching my legs I put the notepad down and looked up. Of course noone was there watching me. Just a little light shining through the metal rods. What was that bright light before? Was that the sun? I didn't know and I probably won't find out. Just like everything else I can't get an answer to my questions. Why was I here and so on. I sighed again and sat back on my bed.

I was thinking again. A thing I liked to do often. Sometimes I get a little sad because I mostly think about my past and my memories where there were happy memories but I wasn't there to live them. So I wasn't as happy as I remember. But it's something I can do. Something to pass time. I didn't wanted to be bored. Therefore I think a lot and I like it. It destracts me from my curent situation. Being trapped in this cell.