TAKEN

Chapter One

Candice and I got taken away on the first day after the first night.
This wasn't meant to happen, and this isn't what we planned for Candice; my sister. Now it's like we're living a nightmare, a true horrific nightmare. Like the stories you hear on the news about psychopaths taking children and raping them. Every single night we have had nightmares, mostly about John, the monster, the psychopath who took us from our parents. I held on to Candice every night we were in that dreaded basement, I counted three months we were in there. That's where he locked us, in a dirty old basement and fed us hardly anything. He raped me and Candice continuously. It was horrible, I never want to do it again even if it was for my life. Candice cried everyday hoping that we would get saved. It never happened, no one came for us. Our parents probably told the police and set up a massive search party, we might even be on the news, they must think that we ran away, but that's not the truth. We were taken. Kidnapped.

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I miss mum and dad more than anything, I miss and liked dad more. He always said the right thing, I miss him. There wasn't much keeping Candice sane or even vaguely alive inside, even before John kidnapped us. Mum and dad planned the whole trip to go to Tasmania for a: 'Fun family adventure'. I wasn't to fond of the idea; going camping with the whole family. It scared me and Candice more than ever. I only didn't want to go camping because I absolutely hated it, I remember doing Girl Scouts and the first day we went camping I cried and vomited and wailed the whole time begging to go home. I quit Girl Scouts after that. That was my reason, but my parents were having none of it, always saying how I need fresh air and to spend more time with family. I did like spending time with my family, but this whole camping trip wasn't exactly my idea as fun. Mum and dad would of never took us camping if it wasn't for Candice. if Candice was too sick or depressed to go then we wouldn't go, Dad said that we would do this so Candice would start to live normal and healthy life again. Candice isn't growing into normal teenage girl. I'm always worried about her, whether she is going to go as far enough to kill herself because of all the bullying and depression and cutting. I had to say yes to it, it was Mums idea, I think she heard about it in all the family magazines she is reading. Mum had been reading articles about the sort of thing Candice does even before she started it. And when she found out, she started smothering her. Dad and I didn't really understand it all that much, and while mum dragged dad in some presentation about 'Teenagers and Depression', I tried asking Candice about it but she kept on telling me that I wouldn't understand.

'I want to understand, Candice please just tell me. I'm your sister, I would never dream of making fun of you and you know that. Please Candice just tell me what is going on?' I kept on begging her like that until she finally told me the truth, at least it felt like the truth. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know why.

'I'm anorexic.' I asked her why. 'Because...' She was more shy and fragile than ever, one word or finger could break her. 'Because what? Why?' My voice was as quiet too. 'You won't understand, you'll probably will think I'm pathetic' Pathetic? I wish I could have a normal chat with my sister, without all this negativity. 'Candice... I would never say that to you, please tell me.' Just tell me, maybe I can help. 'I'm getting bullied all the time Anna, this is why you wouldn't understand. You've never been bullied your whole entire life, you're so good at standing up for yourself... but I'm just a pathetic loser who doesn't know anything-' I tried to speak but she wouldn't let me, she insisted that she would finish. 'My friends started ignoring when I went into school, they know that I've been bullied and what effect it has on me... depression. When I asked them about it they just told me that they were using me, telling all my tormentors what I've been doing to myself, cutting and all. They told them everything... and when I got home it was all on Twitter and Facebook, it was everywhere and cut me deeper than any blade could. Then I read the messages, I shouldn't of read them... I couldn't help myself, they were rumors about how I'm the bad one and that I'm just faking having depression and all that. They called me stupid and dumb and pathetic and a friendless loser and... fat'. I can't believe this, why wasn't I there? Why didn't I know about this? Maybe I was just too tangled up in my own wonderful life than to realise what is happening to my my own bloody fifteen year old sister?! I can't believe this.