I felt a hard slap on my face. I opened my eyes slowly. Before my vision cleared, I felt another slap on my face. I groaned and blinked rapidly. The fog in front of my eyes cleared. I saw a huge bulky man, raising his hand, to slap me again.

"No," I groaned and tried to cover my face. But I couldn't move my arms, due to the fact that they were tied behind my back, with chains. What the hell did he think I was? Even thread was enough to hold my arms in place. I wasn't a spy or something.

He grabbed my face with his right hand, and brought a dagger close to my neck.

"What are you doing?" I croaked.

For how long was I unconscious? My throat felt dry and my head felt heavy.

"I'm doing what you deserve, you b*tch," he barked.

"What?" I was barely able to ask. He was so frightening. If he was the one who kidnapped me from school, no wonder Lucas ran away like a little four year old girl.

How come he wasn't thought of as suspicious? What was a huge scary man doing in a school? Or maybe, he was only hired to scare the crap out of me.

"Don't you dare question me!" he shouted, putting some more pressure on the dagger.

The sharp dagger was so close to my neck, that I didn't speak. Afraid that if I spoke it would somehow cut through my flesh.

Suddenly, he threw away the dagger, and grabbed a pair of scissors from the shelf beside him.

He grabbed my hair and began cutting them viciously.

"No!" I said weakly. My beautiful jet black hair, fell down in clumps.

He dug the points of the scissors in my scalp. I yelped with with pain, and bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying.

"Keep your ugly mouth shut!" he shouted, pulling most of my hair out of my scalp.

I gulped and let my tears fall freely.

"Why is this happening to me. I never did anything so wrong to deserve this. Am I dead? Is this hell? But I never found out the truth about myself? Why was I even born? What did my creator want from me? I still haven't recognised Him?" I thought, pitying myself, rightfully.

The tears fell on my cheeks, like two narrow streams, and travelled down my neck, soaking my frock. I did nothing to stop them. The grief behind my smile was well hidden. But now, I had a good enough reason to cry as much as I could.

"I never uncovered the mystery behind my parents' death? Why didn't my aunt tell me anything about them? And why did my uncle get sad and lost, at the mention of them? Like he was broken. He was clearly hiding something. He thought I was too young to note his feelings and expressions. But he didn't know that I had lost my childhood, the day I lost my parents. If this was hell, I never did anything to deserve it. How could I die without knowing the truth?"

I sobbed uncontrollably at my thoughts, letting the tears fall. I tried to cry harder. I knew I couldn't ever cry to my heart's content. People wish for money, luxuries, friends, family, fame and whatnot. I wish to cry all my tears out. I wish, one day, I'll find that my store of tears had run out. I wish ... one day ... I can only hope.

"Uncle always used to tell me, that a person never dies before the truth is brought to him. Some people accept it, and some reject it. The ones who accept, live an eternal life in heaven, without any grief, pain or any kind of problem. And the people who reject, will live in hell, forever after. But I was never given a chance. I would have accepted the truth, what ever it was. I was yearning for the truth, and I wasn't even given a chance," I thought, sobbing with full force now.

Gradually, my sobs turned into cries, but I made no effort to stop or hide them. How could I not cry, when it was the only thing I had ever wanted to do.

"Get a hold on yourself, Mary. Are you an idiot? You are kidnapped. How can you be in hell? Shut up, and try to get out of here," I scolded myself.

I looked around and saw that the man was not in the room. I wasn't even chained to the chair. Was he moved by my tears? He didn't look that type. I got up, and heard someone calling my name.

"Dad?" I said weakly.

I heard someone call me again. This time it was a woman's voice. Soft and loving.

"Mom?" I said.

"Don't be sad. We're here."

"Where are you?" I panicked, "are you kidnapped too?"

"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, when I didn't hear them reply. I lunged towards the door and felt someone grab my legs. I was in mid fall, when someone grabbed my shoulders and picked me up before throwing me to the floor.

Mom was the last word I uttered before I was engulfed by darkness again.

Author's note:

Wasn't expecting this, were you? How was the chapter? Was it emotional enough, or should I add more? I'm not good with writing emotional stuff. Did I succeed in making you cry?

Comment even if you shed a single tear. Please!

No? Okay! *starts to cry herself*

Don't know what else to say. This chapter showed Mary's deeper thoughts. What did you think about them?

Is Mary right that there is a bigger mystery behind her parents' death? Or is she just assuming things?

Stay tuned for the next chapter, all the answers will be cleared in it. Hopefully *wink*

Dedication to the first person to comment who was behind her kidnapping.

Thanks for reading. Vote and comment if you like.

Stay blessed.

See ya.