Date: 7/23/2019
By Fitful
I move back home after being somewhere safe, like a hospital maybe, but far more grand. Maybe a special place, another country, a hidden advanced civilization, a fantasy land. Anyway I move back home, coming home, and my room is empty. All my stuff has been backed up, everything I own. My family is moving. My mom wants me to go somewhere with her. She calls someone, someone scary. A huge organization which feels like some rebel cult to me. They come and get me, grab me, lock me up in their vehicle and we are off. I'm often in the middle seat just behind the drivers. There is a huge bus of people in the back. The vehicle drives on water as well as land. It's fast like a speed boat and there are many others on the same River, like rush hour traffic. Someone comments on the driving, exclaiming 'my left tit!' in shock. It does seem awful close how the boat veers and barely misses into oncoming vehicles or stationary obstacles. I swear the boat has to be incoporeal sometimes or we would not have survived. Someone, a surly tall female, comes to sit next to me once by rmkstly I am alone. I hide from the wicked driving under a blanket and lay down, hopeful I'm not being rude by taking up both seats. I do take some time on a calm stretch of highway road to remark I love being on the road. I really like having sboude and staying in it forever but I also like months being on the road. Finally we get there. I'm stripped naked and taken to a concrete room for quarantine. These people believe I am infected with something and it needs cleansing. I am fitted with this machine in the shape of a box with a cowbell on top and its stuffed into a teddybear. Then it goes around my neck and it's very heavy. The female who shows me it says if I carry it, it's less heavy. And I could take it and find a different doll to cover to with, a doll which looks like 'fu' perhaps, fu who is apparently a female girlfriend figure I left behind. I blush and don't answer, not really liking that idea. I would like to put it in my teddy bear my black one. Since I have to walk around with it all the time. I am scared. I don't know if i call for rescue now and get rescued from these people or I called for rescue before and these are the people who saved me but I know Ive been kidnapped twice in the past 48 hours and I've just left my home and all my things and all I know. All the people too. And I feel helpless and trapped and alone. I am still in quarentine. A female, a spokesperson for the group which had me now, sits on a couch with me and I explain about what happened. I sit on the left side of this red leather couch and she on the right. I tell her about my family packing up my stuff and about the boat trip and how these people who snuck into my life and stole me aware are so powerful it's scary. They can do whatever they want. I talk about how I feel people should be powerful, everyone should, but everyone should also keep each other in check. I feel like I've wandered into a political war, some rebel underground thing which the common person knows nothing about, almost post Apocalyptic without the apocalypse. She listens and comforts but grows impatient and politely leaves. I am alone in this concrete room on a red couch in hospital clothes with a teddy bear and some candy bars and a phone they gave me just for myself. This phone will only call who they authorize and it won't call my family or mother or even 'fu' whoever she is. I don't even like candy bars but I eat them for something to do. As I eat them I lay down looking at the ceiling thinking about the stuff I lost. I actually gave up the last of it. I could have had my stuff if I'd gone with my family but I chose to give up the meger ammout of things I had left on my person and get rescued. Now I'm all alone in a strange place, a prisoner/patient/penitent. I hated feeling so helpless and dependent on another's good graces for my survival. I eat all the candy bars one at a time. I think they are three musketeers, fluffyinside but there is also a soft cookie crunch on the bottom. I lament why my mother always does this, picks someone who is more powerful to run to for protection after the last choice has proven toxic. She always is controlled. I answer my own question. It's because she is meant to learn how to be in control, how to control herself, her own life. A life lesson. I sit up and think hard. Maybe I'm supposed to be doing the same, taking control of my life. I wonder if I could work my way into the organization's ranks and work my way up so I could be in control of my actions and life. I lay back down and contemplate messaging 'mm' who is a person I've been talking to online but it's been a week since i last messaged. I'm not even sure I'm allowed to but I feel she might be upset i was gone and I didn't know how to explain it and if I should even walk back into her life. I sorta doze and think about stuff. Suddenly I'm hearing voices, very strong sentences. The voices urge me to listen to the voices. 'He's afraid to lose you.' says one.