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My hands are starting to go numb. I'm not sure where I am or how I got myself into this position. I'm blindfolded and I can't move, not even to see if my daughter is here with me. As I try to call out to her, my cries are silenced by an uncomfortable mass of cloth stuck in my mouth.I try to move my hands yet again to no avail, marks undoubtedly lining my wrists. The metal poll is a lot warmer than before now. For once, I try to remove the blindfold with my shoulder by pressing it up against the bottom and pulling down. Or course, it doesn't ...
One small town, one simple person and one giant mystery. What could possibly go wrong, right? That's what my life was for years and kind of still is. Let me give you the gist of it.I was around 17 or so and my best friend, Sierra, came over for what I thought would just be a short visit. She wasn't exactly dressed like someone who was going to be forced underground "Mickei, you've got to help me!" She said frantically, out of breath from running."Why? What's going on?" I asked first thing. I've always been one to ask questions before anythin...
My whole life that I can remember has been spent longing for something I can never have and don't remember... Family. Along the way from being kicked out, I've lost most of my memories. I still remember laughing and having fun with my family. I still remember tedious feuds. But Time is an evil dealer and Time has taken the memories of the blurred faces in my past. Every now and again, someone that looks like the outline of those blurred faces will pass by, but I know it's not them because when I had to leave, I didn't just leave the house. I...
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Today marks the day that, 10 years ago, I started my road trip. It started off a simple task for my job; to watch someone as they were in Witness Protection and they were on someone's Kill List. I thought I'd watch them for a couple of weeks and then go back to my normal life on the other side of the world, but then I ended up staying much longer than I expected. And everyone thinks I'm still on my road trip I used as cover. And as I'm realizing this, I'm also realizing that, if I'm going to tell you this story, you're going to need some bac...
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