It was a normal day, in a normal town and im a normal girl. Sitting here alone in this room i always wonder. Why me? Why not the girl next door or, anyone actually. I wouldn't wish this pain for anyone though... Let me get to the point, not like i have much time anyway.
One day I went to the shop to get some snacks, it was Friday after all. You see, every Friday night I watch a movie with snacks, sometimes with friends, sometimes with my family... But since I moved out I have been pretty bussy with my university and my friends and I got into an argument... It was something stupid, I don't even remember what it was.
On the way to the store I always pass a park. It was night of course and I always enjoyed the calm crickets and the light breeze. Even the fact that theres not that much people calms me. I would have never expected something soothing and calming would get me here... In a dark, damp basment with my wrists aching from the rope.
The last thing i remembered was hearing footsteps and as I was about to turn around a sharp pain in my head.... And darkness.
Well here I am now writing in a book I had found on the floor. I believe someone else left this here. Another person who went through the same thing as me. The same pain.
If you are reading this, you are in the same situation as me, my name is Natalie Linsley and I will try to write down notes of my stay here and tips at the end of every day? I'm mot really even sure how long i am here already.... So lets say after what seems like a day.
Im sorry for the horrible handwriting... I am not only rushing but also my wrists are tied together and I'm using both hands to write. I go to writing and english class after all.... Or should I say "I used to go to english writing classes in university". I am SOO glad i took those.
Wait I hear foot steps. I have to go.
If you find this put it back after you read it.