It's been three years since I was kidnapped. It all started on September 14, 2016 coming home from school. I was not paying attention I was on my phone listening to music with my headphones in. That's when I was kidnapped by two men both wearing black and wearing masks. I was so scared I was thinking what my father told me "beware of your surroundings always" I regret not taking his advice. It's been a few hours since I've been in the back of the car seems like forever when we finally get to the destination they blindfold me. It feels very bumpy. That's when I realize I am on a plane. I'm screaming in my head I don't know what to do. I'm still blindfolded I try to wiggle loose from the blindfold after about 20 minutes it slides down my neck line. I look at my surroundings all I see is pitch dark I try to scream but my kidnappers come to shut me up. They knock me out.

I wake up we're at the destination they take my blindfold off and I see about 20 males wearing black. We were on a dock. They put me on the boat and they drop me off at an island. I noticed something about them when they turn back to go on the boat they spoke a different language I speak English I totally failed Spanish but I knew it was definitely not Spanish that I can tell.

All I could think about was how my family would react with my kidnapping. After a few hours it seemed like I started to get off my shock state  and started doing something thing productive I try to find food, but I don't know how. I start climbing to find a better view of this island that's when something hit me. Not figuratively but really hit me I could  feel blood rushing down my shirt that's when I fell.