Imani Cunningham
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Into The History Of A Family Mystery
Part 1 The appearance I’m in somewhere dark, blindfolded, and I’m strapped to a chair. I try to move and feel my hands and feet are tied together. I’m scrambling thoughts together as to where I could be, what’s about to happen and why am I here. I begin to take deep breaths and count “1…2…3…” after that I’m thinking “Okay my sense of smell works let me try to get clues from what I can smell.” I take in a scent of repulsive garbage, I can smell seaweed, I can smell gasoline… “This must be a dump by some water…maybe I’m outside the city.” I thought. I could hear the water, I could hear the noises of birds, I could hear what sounded like distant city noise or a nearby concert. I couldn’t remember anything about last night clearly, my head hurt, my neck had a burning sensation, and again I tried to muster up a scream, a sound, anything. I got nothing.
By Imani Cunningham4 years ago in Families