I can't think straight, I don't think I've been able to think straight for years. I barely remember "before," but I do.

I remember that I have a brother, and I remember that this is not what my entire life was like. I miss it all. I miss not constantly fearing everything. I miss everything.

It's not like I haven't tried leaving; I have, many times. Every time, he's caught me, somehow. I really don't know how he sees or hears me though, maybe he has a baby monitor or something.

I'm in a type of shed, I think. I haven't seen the outside but from the inside, it's my best guess. It's not a huge setup, but it's reasonably big. There are about four 'rooms' in total, but you can't really call them rooms. They're really just small areas that have a semi wall. There is two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen.

There is running water, but I don't get to use it. I get one sip of water every day, just one. The only reasons I can think of him doing this is to make sure I don't have as much energy, or so I don't try to escape, or less energy to fight back.

I've become a personal slave. I have learned how to clean literally anything. If I didn't clean something right, I would be slapped or punched, sometimes even drugged. Then I would be told to go do it again, and if I continuously messed up, I was continually punished.

A question I've always had is, why me? Out of anyone else that this could've happened to, it was me. I was kidnapped from my family. I bet it was karma, I must've done something bad, or maybe I had too much going right for me. I mean, my brother and I were inseparable, our parents loved us and us them very much. I basically had the perfect life, but it was snatched out from beneath me.

From what I can tell I think it's been three or four years. I've kinda lost track at this point, because I've had nothing to mark the days or look at the day. It's so dismal, I don't see outside so I wouldn't know when the sun rises or sets.

The person who took me has been the only person I've had contact with. He doesn't even have a phone for fear of me getting to it, or someone tracking him, I think. I wouldn't really know. I actually wouldn't really know anything, because I got taken when I was ten.

We don't have lights, but it's not pitch-black, it's just dark. I think that's so he doesn't have to go out and replace them, and so it's more secret.

I've been here for so long, that I don't really remember, what my brothers name was, or mine for that matter.. I definitely remember having a brother, and a great family life.

I have been sweeping the shed for the past hour, trying to make sure I got everything. I start as my captor, walks into the kitchen while I'm sweeping. "You're missing dirt! LOOK!! LOOK!!" He screams at me while coming closer.

I know better than to say anything back, so I do my best to try and sweep in whatever he's talking about. It's too late as he gets closer to me and brings his hand back to slap me, I try to move and get away. All he does is grab me by the shoulder and slaps me. This is one of the worst ones yet, and I'm sure it will be bruise quickly.

He brings his hand back up to slap me again, but something loud hits the door. Apparently he didn't hear it so he slaps me again. The edges of my vision blur as someone knocks the door down and my captor flees. I am in their vision of sight, so hopefully they'll see me, because I can't move anywhere on my own.

Everything goes black.