‘I have been here for so long’
‘Forget it, you will never see your family again’
That sounded convincing. I have been here for so long and no one has ever come to see me. They must have thought that I died.
Well, it is a long story and when I think of it I wonder if I am going to write a whole book. The rest of it will have to be reserved for my children if they would ever come.
It happened like a flash light. I didn’t know where I was, but certainly I knew too well where I was being taken to. I was sweating, almost to suffocation for there was total darkness, my eyes blind folded and swamped in the boot, there was no hope of ever seeing the light again after I found myself in a dark room.
There was silence. It was as if the whole world had gone to sleep for eternity. Were there people around who knew there was a lonely and hopeless young man in the house he didn’t know where the hell on earth that was? I looked up the ceiling though I didn’t know if there was one, no light illuminated the room and so I guessed it was in the middle of the night.
If you shouted, no one could hear you, if you knocked the door, you will only risk your life for being put way from the face of the earth if not from that little dark room where I was imprisoned. Was it a prison?
I didn't have time to think of that whether it was or not. But then I had a lot of the time on earth to bear with the situation and so I would think of the situation fervently.
Oh, did I say that I knew too well where I was being taken? Yes, I knew but then it had taken longer than I expected. I had thought that it was a place where it would take 2 hours, I knew it because I had used that path, while driving and there was no place in that city which I didn’t know after living there for more than ten years, I knew where to over drive, I knew where the bumps were, I knew where to stop for traffic lights, I knew when there would be lots of traffic and which corner. Though I was at the back, I would surely know that the people in the car, or was it a person at the wheel, well, he could slow and I will know that we were approaching the city, that was the first, then he could speed up then I would know that we were leaving the town, he would slow down and I would feel like it was in a bump and I would tell you that... but things changed when they made a diverge and I realized that it had taken us about nine hours for I heard one of my kidnappers say it only took us nine hours to be that far...
Bang! ‘Get in!’ Snarled a voice and then one young man, about my age was thudded inside my room.
‘Hope you will entertain your friend there’, quipped the man and he shut him in with me.
‘I am Joe’ spoke the man.
He kept silent. He was in his bad mood. Or had he been like this for long? I didn’t know.
‘Welcome’. I invited him.
No word. I kept to myself. I wondered.
After a couple of minutes Joe spoke up, ’Come closer.’ I wondered what was going on in his mind. I stepped forward. His right hand went to his pocket and he fished out a little book. A New Testament Bible. A Bible? Yes, then he said, ‘This is for you. In it you’ll find life, and this is the key to open this room...You see God never leaves you, He is right there with you even when you to through dark moments.’
‘Justus’, my mum called me. ‘Wake up. It is a party day and your friends are already here.’
Oh, all this was just a dream! After all I never wanted to miss out this big celebration at home.
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A gripping tale with an unexpected end. I would never have guessed. You really know how to hold your reader's attention. I echo Jody...and your title says it all. Thank you also for your comments and encouragement. God bless!