My first writing published on Tumblr
You may have kidnapped me, but that doesn't mean you'll break me that easily, you son of a bitch. I survived an alcoholic, abusive father, a mother who accepted the crumbs of that stupid relationship all because: "Children deserve to have their parents together, that's what marriage is for." Trash and filth and a half.
Even that old bitch tried to burn my clothes, but thanks to me clinging like a fucking dog to my suitcase even when that pathetic, disgusting attempt at a sheriff pointed a gun at my head. And you, you stinking, shitty piece of shit, put the chainsaw on my hip, I didn't let go, and I wouldn't let go unless it was a corpse.
I also managed to get some privacy, even if I'm sleeping in the barn, but it's better than being near the house of those crazy cannibals. Great, it seems my life is a fucking joke. But as long as I'm still breathing, I'll be fine. Sometimes the chainsaw giant brings me a bucket of water and some food, and meat... I won't be eating any of that meat. He seems to realize this, since now he only occasionally brings me eggs and bread.
Sometimes I also get milk and fruit. He doesn't get too close, nor does he even try to pretend to care. The sheriff comes around occasionally, but that bastard is only interested in getting on my nerves, although when you look at him, he looks just like Dad. I think that's why I can deal with him or know how to turn him around. Just when he seems about to get more aggressive or "affectionate," that giant with a dog muzzle magically appears.
The ones who can't stand me at all are the old lady and the other stupid old man. It's been weeks, but there will come a point when this bunch of idiots will let me out, or even give me a chance to escape. I just want to eat something decent again, feel my parents' arms around me, and laugh with my siblings again. See my friends' faces again.
Hugging my parents? Boy, am I in a bad way then, but having any memory, good or bad, is worse than nothing. Sometimes I pretend to sleep and see that giant coming to the barn. I think his name was Thomas...
Let me know if you want to make it into a longer, more complex story; this was just a simple idea on the fly.