The following is an excerpt from a
novel my friend is working on, enjoy:
On many occasions I've wondered, if I hadn't been where I'd
been that day would they have found me? If I didn't have such set schedule
would they have even known where to find me? Had they followed me? If I had
just stayed my ass home like my husband told me to instead of going to yoga,
would it have really made a difference?
I never
come up with an answer. I just end up a lot less sane than when I began to
ponder about it. I had a permanent migraine from trying to see in the dark,
and, the constant pacing coming from above us. My skin was ashen and dry. I
could only imagine what my once luxurious sandy blonde hair looked like, for I
hadn't seen my own reflection in seventy-two days. Even when we were let up and
out to do their bidding or whatever else they needed, I never looked at my
reflection in fear that all my beauty had packed up and left me the same way my
sanity did.
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-Lost1
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