A writer's Heart

Even with a blindfold she was able to describe what surrounded her. The smell of mold, dust and that chill you feel as the cold breeze hits late night. She was tired, her arms in pain but as much as she tried the ropes were too tight. As time passed her breathe increased, her heartbeats sounded louder and her body was becoming numb, she didn't know this feeling. What was happening? It wasn't a nightmare, she had been kidnapped and now fear was taking control of her thoughts. #littleWritings ❤

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forward" -Soren Kierkegaard

HER TEARS SHATTERED MY HEART. I know I need to be brave and strong but I can't I love her too much. Her calling my name. I can't do anything. I am gonna be strong I can't break into tears for things like this, because its only the start of hell with the devils that surround me.