Thursday July 10th 2008
From a life that had been so happy, that was surrounded by many gentle faces, to being snatched away from everything, and everyone I loved. I was muzzled up and confined in the back of a van. There, I was surrounded by pitch black of empty space, and even a single ray of light was not visible. This unknown Journey was long enough for me to reflect back on everything that had happened to me in the park, and how foolish and gullible I had been to allow myself to get caught. Images of it kept iterating in my head, like a recurring endless nightmare, with no possible ways of escaping back to where everything seem so happy and perfect. Only if I stayed by Patrick’s side this evening, I would’ve been back at home, curled up next to Patrick on the sofa, and none of this would have happen. Now I lay here curled up in my misery, exhausted and disheartened.
I start reminiscing the past, trotting with Patrick up the hill and through the gate to the park, that we always go to. This was the only moment I longed everyday, to be out there and having alone time with Patrick.
This evening, we headed off a bit later and also it was darker than usual; because Patrick wasn’t allowed out until he had finished his homework. Once we reached the park, Patrick once again said those words. “Off you go, boy, go on! Go, go, go!” But I didn’t want to run. It wasn’t just the dark that worried me; it was a feeling, I had deep inside me that there was some kind of danger wandering out there, and that I’ll feel more secure if I just stayed beside Patrick. But I took off anyway, only because Patrick wanted me to. Once I was off and into my running, I forgot, and left all my worries behind. I raced further and further away from Patrick, and down the hill towards the pond. I spotted two men standing there beside a white van, one of them I recognized, it was Mr. Boots. Mr. Boots whistled me over, holding a biscuit in one of his hand, like...