Drip,Drip,Drip. Tiny droplets of water made a symphony in the dark attic room I was stuck in. I am guessing you are wondering how I got stuck here, well you see in life you make choices everyday either they lead you to land that contains fruits or leads you to desolute land where there is no chance of redeeming yourself. Unfortunately I took the latter path. Before I tell on how my life got screwed let me first tell you name.
Eve Gele...let's begin the story
20 March 2008
It was my birthday in which my family where celebrating the year I turned eight years. Looking back I really wished I cherished those innocent and carefree times. I remember this day clearly because it was the start of my bad choices.
Well let me explain during the birthday party my father was encouraging me to blow the candle but for some reason at that age it seemed as if my lung capacity was terrible because no matter how hard I blew those candles the wouldn't turn off.
Now my friends at the side kept on pressuring me to blow off the candle obviously their intentions were written as the only thing they were thinking about was how good that birthday cake would be in their mouth, whilst I felt like I was going through the biggest struggle in my eight year life. I heard a sound of a man saying hand ups pointing a gun at my dad. Immediately screams began to erupt and then I realized from the side of my eye, my father was signaling me to under the table.After I went under the table my eent with that mysteriousman and since that day I never got to see him.
That's the end of my eight year memory