Taken

I just came back home after attending an event at college. It was fun performing in one of the cultural events. I was really nervous before going up on the stage. My hands were shaking and the crowd wasn't helping at all. Everything turned out to be okay in the end though. Phew!

Before the event I had a lot of spare time. So I ended up writing another short story. This time I have a title for it, 'Taken'. It is not related to the previous one though. So, here it goes!

  TAKEN

Do you know how it feels to have your hands tied by the circumstances? Do you know how it feels to be helpless? Do you know how it feels to be so strong yet not be able to do anything? 

Do you?

I think not.

But I'll tell you how it feels.

This is my story. It wasn't all bad. I was a happy person, cheerful even. I had everything that a person could ask for, a family, a roof to live under, money to sustain us and love. I was content. I was at  peace. But as always, there is dirt on the cleanest of things. Everybody has skeletons, it is all about hiding them. I had a secret, a secret so dark it could destroy everything that I had built. It could also destroy who I called my family, the people that I loved, my mother, my father, my little sister. Only if they knew.

Everything changed on that fateful day of November. We lived near the countryside, it was beautiful and a peaceful place. It was a perfect place for someone with a past like me, a perfect place to start afresh. It was noon and I had gone to collect some wood from the forest. Usually my 'father'  was the one who went out  to collect the wood but today I was sent for the very first time. I could feel something wanted me out of my house. Something was off about today. Anyway, I left reluctantly.

After five long hours of collecting wood, I realized it was going to be dark soon. So, I started making my way back home.  I was around six hundred yards away from home and I could feel an eerie silence surrounding my house. Suddenly I felt anxious. I could feel something was wrong, very wrong. I dropped the tree branches and started to run towards my house. 

Now I was sure that something WAS wrong. The door, it was broken. There had been a struggle. Blood was everywhere.  Without delay I started looking for my family. I found my 'parents' in the living room. They were seated on the sofa and their back was facing me. I made my way towards them and gasped. Their throats had been slit. There were stab wounds all over the body. I knew they were dead without checking for any pulse.

Suddenly my heart jumped to my sister. Where was she? How was she? Was she even alive? I could not lose her. She was my responsibility. I searched and searched but couldn't find her. 

It has been ten very long years, but I still haven't found her. I know that she is alive because her blood was't spilled that day. I know that they have my sister because I had something of their's. So her being kidnapped is all my fault.

If her family hadn't taken me in, they would have been alive today and she would've been with them. So I can never stop searching for her. I owe this to her parents.

So, that was it. Hope you all liked it. Till next time then :)