Three days.. This is the third day I’ve been held captive. There was no telling the time except for the light shining through the tiny window. Two dark nights had passed..
I had kept myself strong during the days, but nighttime was the worst. There were no lightbulbs and it was raining. I was left alone in the dark. My panic attacks always crept in during the night. It was cold and dark, and the thunder outside didn't make it better.
They hadn’t left me my medications, but I always managed to fight off my panic attacks.. Thank God for that. My babies.. my only source of strength right now.
The little girl was always there for me during the days. She brought me my meals, a bucket for me to do my business, and a pack of dry and wet tissue for me to clean myself. I had been given meals twice a day. Not enough nutrients for the baby inside me, but it was better than nothing.
