Hey, everyone. My name is Nicky, and I want to tell you how I was almost kidnapped because of my recklessness. Honestly, I'm too far from being an obedient chil. Well, I used to be. I didn't listen to my parents, I could be hanging around with my friends for hours somewhere, without even telling anyone where I was. I have a very good family and loving parents, but I could not sit still. That’s why I was so naughty.
When I was a kid, me and my friends really loved abandoned buildings. Of course, our parents strictly forbade us to go there. But we knew every hole to get in and every local tramp living there. At that time we did not even think that such behavior may not end well.
Another favourite spot was an open-cut mine. It was a very huge pit in front of the forest. A local enterprise used to dump waste there. Then it was abandoned, and the locals turned it into a junkyard. Yes, I used to hang around with tramps in the junkyards. But it was fun! You could find so many cool things out there! Awesome!
Anyway, as I remember, for me it was not so important what to do and how it may end. The fun was at the first place. At some point, my parents even stopped drinking sedatives as it was no use. Mom just joked to tell her where I was going this time to know where to look for my corpse. But I was only 14!
That year I left home. Actually, I didn’t leave but I went to travel, though it looked like an kid. I packed some of my things, some food, and just walked out of the house, feeling the wind. I jumped onto a freight train and my journey began… But a week later I was brought back home by the police from another town. My parents gave up on me.
In the juvenile delinquents’ department of the local police they even had my dossier. The file was pink. I asked kind policemen to do make it pink special for me and they agreed. But they warned, if the delinquents continue – the next one would be of an ordinary colour. I agreed.
Sometimes me and my friends even stole something from apartments or open cars. I called it «foolproof». Of course, we brought the loot to the police, and we even said where and why we had stolen that particular stuff. They swore, called out our parents, but we were laughing at our loudest.
At 16 my life took a sharp and unexpected turn. Just when I didn’t expect any adventures at all.
We were going to the sea with my parents. It was just an average train. We had our own compartment. I went into the corridor, just to get some air, and suddenly I felt a strong blow to my head. I only had time to see the face of a man with a syringe in his hands.
I woke up in the cheapest second-class car but for some reason I couldn't move. That guy said I was his junkie daughter who had run away from him and got high in the corridor. There were only some drunkies around who weren’t surprised at all. The man leaned over to me and said that we would go off after three stations and that I should have laid still and not move or he will cut me right out there. Then he explained the purpose for my kidnapping.
For the first time in my life I was scared. My parents wouldn’t look for me, at least until their destination. And they also got used to the fact that I always run away from them, even in the train. No one cared about me. I'm all alone, and there's no one to blame but myself. And the worst thing - I couldn't even move.
At that moment I took a dramatic look over my life. I promised to myself that if I could escape, I would pull my brains together, stay home and study all the time. I might even start knitting! But please, save me!
I was lucky. It turned out my parents started looking for me. They asked the conductors, and they searched the whole train. I was merely dragged out of the corridor. That man heard they were looking for me and wanted to jump out the train with my paralysed body.
After this story I got numbness in toes and a broken rib. It hit it, when the man fell down in the corridor. I didn’t feel any reaction to the pain because of the injection. But I felt a negative reaction to the adventures.
I decided to keep my promise to myself and took up my studies. I no longer went to the abandoned houses, junkyards and mines. I stopped escaping from home. My parents exhaled with a relief. Later they had another daughter. My sister. Judging by her eyes, she's going to be an adventurer too. But I am gonna watch after her and I won’t let her do anything stupid.
Write in comments if you had the same situations. You gotta learn to value your life every moment, not only when hell breaks loose. Stay away from adventures that may cost you a life. Remember, you only have one life to live and it is already fragile apart from adventures’ risks.
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