Cries in the Dark

       "Help me!" I scream knowing it was no use.  The last ounces of strength leaving me.  The only thing keeping from lying in a crumpled heap on the floor is the chains attached to the celling.  They'd kept me here for six days, torturing me for information I don't have.  My new scars burn on my back, wrists, and abdomen.  Pain surges through me from the effort of the yell, black frames the edges of my vision.  I'd been stupid. I should have seen the warning signs long before that truck had parked.  They had been following me for blocks. I thought it was just a coincidence.  I wasn't thinking because I know that coincidences don't exist.  They rushed me.  Six of them. One for every day I've been here I guess.

          I wonder what's taking my dad so long to find me.  My captures must be the real deal.  Must have left very little leads for my dad to follow.  I'd say that maybe there's no leads.  That this is the time I die in my secluded cell pick out for me by newest kidnapper.  I'd say that but there is almost always a lead in every case, and I'm never any different.  

          One of the only memories of before my dad became one of the top FBI field agents/detectives, of before I got my knew family, of before the accidence comes to mind.  I was about four. My dad was leaving for what would be his last tour of duty.  My sister was eight.  She was crying and saying she didn't want him to leave again.  I turned and told her was being selfish and that she should be proud that our father was serving our country.  My mom was mad at me for yelling at her, but my was so proud of me for realizing what he was really doing when he left.

          Part of me wishes I'd been more considerate of her feelings.  I would have been too, if I had know that her and my mom would be killed later that year in an "accident" as the government  and the media like to call it.  I know it was murder.  Revenge for my father's actions as a sniper for the army.  I'm lucky to be alive.

         I'm shaken out of my memory and remorse by a disturbance in the hall.  Probably some guard screwed up during something.  I now better to hope it's my father or his team.  Thinking of them almost makes me smile through the pain.  Almost.  They were the family that replaced the one I've lost.  Like all families we've had our new additions and loses, but for the most part the office is my heaven on earth.  I long to be there now.

          The door smashes open.  The light hurts my eyes, and I expect to see Domigo, the leader of the kidnapping, coming for another interrogation session.  But I'm wrong.  The first face I see belongs to the man I love the most next to my father, Terran.  Just by seeing his face again, I can almost smile through the pain, but the agony of the past days begin to overcome me now that I finally relax. 

          "Clear!"  He yells.  With upmost certainty that he is talking to my father and their partner, Nazirah.  I feel the chains loosening, and I know that they will catch before I fall to the ground.  The last thing I feel is someone lifting me into the air as I let the blackness overcome me.

          The walls are bright but familiar.  The whirl of machines loud in my ear, but soothing.  It isn't my first time in a hospital.  To soon the lull of the machines and the effect of the drug pull me back into the world of dreamless sleep.  When I next wake up the walls are a much duller color.  Focusing more I recognize the walls of my bedroom.  I can hear the distant sound of a hammer.  My dad must be in the basement making who knows what.  Once more I am safe.