Word Count 500
By G. Ackman
I’m not supposed to be writing this. If they catch me, I will be punished, but sometimes a person just has to do what is right, regardless of the cost. You see, I am being held prisoner. They frighten me and I haven’t been able to get away from them yet. But I am keeping my eyes open to any opportunity. It’s hard, though, because they keep my hands restrained, and it makes them hurt so terribly bad. I think they might have killed my husband because I haven’t seen or heard from him in a very long time. That’s probably what they intend to do to me too, but so far, they are keeping me alive. I don’t know what they want. I don’t have much – this house, the car, a few little trinkets that wouldn’t bring much, even though they mean a lot to me. The woman – the scary one – she broke one of my favorite pieces the other day. I think she did it just to spite me and I tried so hard not to cry, but the sound of shattering glass and those tiny little pieces of blue happiness scattered over the floor brought tears to my eyes and I couldn’t stop them from spilling down my cheeks, so she saw. She probably got great satisfaction in knowing she got the best of me.
Why doesn’t anyone recognize that I have not been seen? I know I wasn’t close to my neighbors but surely they would notice that I haven’t been outside walking around the yard, working in the flower bed, coming and going on a regular basis. Maybe they think I moved. No, that doesn’t make sense. The car is still there – well, at least, I assume it is. They haven’t let me outside for so long that I have no idea what it all looks like anymore.
That nice looking young man stops by about once a week. He brings bags of things for them. I guess they are scared to go out in public. That’s good news – the police must know about them. It’s a shame, though, that such a good looking guy is in on such a terrible crime. I tried to get his attention a few times but he ignored me and just talked to the woman. I can’t tell you how much I hate her. All she does is stare out the window and ignore me. I am so bored and lonely and scared. I just want to go back to living my life. It wasn’t very exciting, but it was mine. I enjoyed seeing the world around me, and I guess I kind of took it for granted. I won’t anymore. If I get out of here, I will appreciate every single second from now on.
Oh, here’s that young man again. He’s looking right at me. Maybe now I can get his attention and let him know. Yes, he’s coming over here.
“Hello, grandma. How are you today?”