I was being shaken awake, when I opened my tired eyes, there was no one left on the plane, just me and the air marshall. I looked out the plane window and a smile found it's way to my lips. I don't think I have ever been happier to see snow. I shot up form my seat and I saw spots fly across my vision, I swayed on the spot for a minute, but quickly righted myself. I rushed off the plane and practically ran out of the terminal, eager to see my parents.

When I turned the corner I was shocked to see that not only were my parents here, but most of my fmaily was here too. all my cousins, aunts and uncles were here, they all burst into smiles and many of them started crying when they spotted me. I ran over to my mom and envelopped her in a hug, tears of happiness streaming down my face, I was more than happy to be home. Before I was taken I never really liked my life, I actually hated it, but I realized that I lived a wonderfully, amazing life. I pulled away from my mom and hugged my father. I had never seen him cry, but today, he was crying more than my mother was. We had never really had a close relationship, but I could already feel it growing stronger. As I made my way around the fmaily hugging everyone, I started to feel myself getting tired, I don't know why seeing as I just slept for a couple of hours, but nevertheless, my parents brought me home.

I didn't really know what I was expecting, but I felt really awkward. Like I had run away and that's why I was gone, I felt like things weren't the same anymore. some things were stronger, but some things seemed to be farther away, I felt farther away, I felt distant from them. And deep inside, I think I felt resentment, almost like how could they have let this happen to me, how could they let their only daughter slip form their grasp and fall into those of monsters. My mother brought me up to my room and tucked me into bed, kissing my forehead before walking out and turning out the light.

2 MONTHS LATER

Things had slowly gone back to normal, my parents had gone back to work, after taking 2 weeks off to ensure that I would never leave their sight and after weeks and weeks of pleading, I had finally convinced them to let me go back to school. Weird, I know, I actually wanted to go back to school! I was tired of just lying around, I got bored of watching TV, I didn't have any books left to read, and I hadn't been out of the house since I got home, I was itching for social interactions, I was dying to talk to people other than my parents.

They allowed me to go back to school on one condition, I go to regular therapy sessions to talk to a shrink, (and by regular, I mean 5 times a week), and that they would drive me to and from school, They even decided that they were going to drop me off 5 minutes late and pick me up 5 minutes early, to ensure that there was no time for anyone to "grab" me again.

Today was my first day, and I was excited! I even got up an hour before school started so I could get ready. I feel like it was my first day at a new school, like I was the new little grade nine that none of the older kids liked. I felt nervous, more nervous than I have ever felt for school.

When I got up that morning, I took a quick shower and then blow dried my hair. I put on some light make up, just some foundation, eyeliner and mascare, and loosely curled my hair. When I put on my glasses I was actually quite please with my appearance, I looked fresh and healthy, not like before, unhealthy, too skinny, not like I had been kidnapped, I looked normal.

Going to a shrink was actually getting me to be normal, I'm overcoming my eating disorder, I no longer have the urge to cut myself, and I'm happy, I've even put on a little bit of weight.

After I finished fixing my appearance, I put on my uniform, which I know loved, it was my favourite thing in my closet, only because it made me feel safe when I was in an unsafe situation.

I walked down the stairs and sat down in the kitchen, my mom brought me a bowl of fruit salade and a glass of water. i picked at my food, until I couldn't eat anymore, not that I had eaten much, I was too nervous to eat.

"Okay honey, school's just about to start so we better get on our way, do you have everyhting? Money for lunch? An extra sweater? All your books?"

"Mom, you're doing it again, you're being a hellicopter parent. We've talked about this, it's going to okay, nothing's going to happen, I'll be at school and you've already told the principle and all the teachers to keep an eye on me, so I'm in good hands."

"I know sweety, I'm just worried, I don't want to to be taken again. I just want you to be safe." She said as she bent down, putting on a pair of her black pumps. "And don't forget, you have to go see Dr. Costeira tonight."

"I know." and with that, we left, looking up the house and climbing into the car. We made it to the school in ten minutes, I quickly got out, it was either now or never. When I first woke up I was excited, but now, I was just nervous. When I walked through the front doors, the hallways were empty, everyone was already in class. I made my way to my locker and quickly spun the dial, it popped open and everything was as I left it, all textbooks were on the shelf and my extra uniform hoodie was still hanging on one of the hooks. I took a deep breath, smelling the smell of musty old textbooks, I missed this smell. I actually had to check my schedule, that was hangning on the door by one of my alligator magnets, to see what class I had first, it had been so long that I had forgotten. Math, oh great, this was one thing that I didn't miss about school, math.

I walked down the wing and stopped infront of a door, a door that looked exactly like all the others, though this door was somewhat scarey for me. I took a deep breath a twisted the door knob. When I opened it, everything froze and for a seocnd, I thought that the world had actually frozen, but that's not was happening at all, everyone had frozen with shock, I guess the message hadn't gotten around that I was coming back today... Even the teacher was starring at me, he had stopped, mid lesson and dropped the marker he was writing with, it landed with a dull thud on the tiled floor. As if snapping him out of his trance, he fumbled around trying to pick up the marker that he dropped.

'Um, class, please welcome back Holly." Still, everyone stared, no one moved or said a word, though some of their mouths fell open. I quietly entered and made my way to my seat, that was still vacant.

Every other class was exactly like this, all four of them. I came in and everybody stared for a few minutes, even when I tried getting there before everyone, people just halted in their tracks, class wasn't the same after this. Even lunch wasn't really any better, only this time, the whole cafeteria stopped and stared, and when I walked by people whispered. People couldn't take their eyes off me, not in the god way either. I felt slightly self conscious as I sat and ate my lunch, I hated when people watche me eat.

Though what surprised me is when Tori, the most popular girl in my grade, sat down at my table.

"Hi, Holly, how are you?" I stopped mid bite and stared at her, she was talking to me like I was normal, and I had never talked to her a day in my life.

"Um, I'm fine, it's good to be back, you know?" The rest of our conversation was just mindless chatter.

THREE HOURS LATER

So here I stood, sitting in the waiting room, waiting for my shrink to come get me to start my session.

"Holly, you can go on back now." Said the nice receptionist with a texan accent.

I walked down the hall way and walked into his bright office, I made my way over to the couch and collapsed onto it.

"So Holly, how was your day?" He asked me, barely even looking up from his notepad, looking over everything that he had written down in our previous sessions. I always wondered what he wrote down, I asked him once but he justed brushed me off, saying that it was nothing of any importance.

"It was fine, exactly like what I had imagined." I replied in a monotone voice.

"Oh? And what did you envision?' He asked me, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh you know, the usual, gawking, stares, and whispers. I mean it's not like I could expect anything different, I had been gone for two fucking months."

In our sessions I learned the Dr. Costeira didn't care if I sweared, if anything he encouraged it, it was a way for me to let out any anger that I had. he only thing that we hadn't talked about was what actually happened while I was taken. I don't know why, but I don't think I was ready for that.

"Okay, now Holly, just humour me. I want us to finally discuss what happened while you were gone."

Wow, I just think about it and he mentions it, he's like psychic or somehting!

'Gone? You say it as if I had gone on vacation." yes, that's right, I pulled out my bitch tone. This guy had no idea what I had gone through.

"What? Would you rather I say the word that makes you flinch at the mere mention?" Okay, apparently he has a bitch tone too.

With a big sigh I let him question me. I didn't really answer any of them though...

"Holly, did they hurt you?" At this point he took off his glasses and looked at me, directly in the eyes.

"You mean my kidnappers? How many kidnappers have you heard of that never touched their victims? Of course they hurt me!"

"Well, what exactly did they do?"

"No, no, I refuse to speak of this."

"Well I've got all day, I think that you need to talk about this, get it off your chest."

"No, I don't want to talk about it, and frankly, you can't make me, I'm paying you! Not the other way around!"

'Actually, your mother is paying me, and she pays me to find out what happened. And it's bottling things up like this that caused you to self harm before, I'm trying to help you."

"Fuck you," at this point my voice was starting to shake and my chin was quivering, like it does when I'm about to cry an emotional cry, "you don't know the shit that they put me through! I may have only been there a few days but you don't fucking know what they fucking did to me. Did you know that I was raped twice in a span of an hour. Did you know that I was beaten? Did you fucking know that I was locked in a cement room for days?" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face, "Exactly, so don't fucking act like you comprehend where I'm coming from because you don't. You don't fucking understand at all! We're done here, don't expect me to come tomorrow and if I do, it's because my mother forced me to and don't think like you get a peep of information out of me." With those final notes I stormed out of his office and straight out of the building, my mother scampering behind me.