My Life on the Inside chapter 2

April 8th
He stayed there a long time, but he got tired and left. He locked the door and left me without water and food. He knew I had water, [period or dash or colon instead] I always did. The sink or the shower was my main source of water. I wonder how long he would leave me in here. [<--period] A few hours, [question mark instead] A few days? It seemed impossible almost a year ago, but now its reality. I look out my window and really just wish I was normal.

April 9th
Today marks a year, [<--comma] and it brings back bad memories. I woke up in the middle of the night, but what else is new. [question mark instead] It’s about five a.m., [<--comma] and I sit at this desk with finally something to do,[colon instead] write my story so maybe someone can find it.

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My parents were at work like they always were. They both worked in the city, [<--comma] and so I was alone for two hours till they got home at five o’clock. I never was scared about being home alone. I just kept the door locked and did all my homework. I always rode my bike home, I just lived a mile from my school. It was a nice neighborhood never any trouble. A suburb just outside of Chicago. My parents only have a fifteen minute drive to the city.

My high school, Marilyn High School, [<--comma] was in the Town of Jefferson Park, [<--comma] which was not a very big town. Most of the people in the city have never heard of it. There is nothing special. [<--period] it’s It's just a town for the people who can’t afford to live in Chicago. My parents own a restaurant in the city, [<--comma] and so one of them comes home at five and then the other stays till closing. My mother usually is the one who comes home and makes sure my homework is done and I’m ready for school. I loved my parents a lot, [<--comma] but my mom would always yell a lot. I never knew why. [<--period] i I just guessed because of stress and that I never really had a good relationship with her. My dad, [<--comma] on the other had hand, [<--comma] is my best friend. I was more of a girl than acting like acted more like a girl than a guy (I’m not a tomboy), [<--comma] but everyone thinks that I should be because I hang out with my dad so much. But now I really miss my parents.

So it was April 6th of last year, and I was riding my bike like always, [no comma] when and I noticed a very old car. Usually, [<--comma] no one is caught with a car like this unless it was going to be fixed. I didn’t think it was anything. I know I should of have, [<--comma] but I just thought it was going to be fixed. There was a guy in it. Black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes, [period instead] he He looked in his late thirties but he looked creepy. He gave me an odd look[b], [<--comma] and he looked at me like he knew me. Gave me a really big smile and kept driving[/b].

On that Monday, April 9th, [<--comma] I got home, [<--comma] and he was in my house. I knew I should have screamed, [<--comma] but I was stupid. “What do you want, [<--comma] sir?” I said as my mind started to think of ways to get out of here fast. He gave me one of those smiles he gave me a few days ago.

“Hi, sweetheart. You get to come with me. Would you like that?” He he asked in a sweet voice that said you I have had no choice. I took off, and started to run. He caught up with me because the door wasn’t open. He took me in his arms, [<--comma] and but I got out of his grip. I ran as fast as I could. [<--period] and thank Thank God for track because I was a fast runner I was too fast for him. He didn’t run after me. [<--period] he got in his car and cut me off. I thought, ‘damn it.’ He drove right onto the sidewalk and locked me in his embrace. He threw me into his car and Mrs. James saw the car drive away. I was screaming for help, [<--comma] and I hoped she called the cops but he had duct tape in his hands. He put a piece over my mouth. It was a very quick drive [period or dash or colon] just five minutes. I remembered the house. I looked at that house all the time and wondered who lived there. The houses in this neighborhood were always big, [<--comma] and so I always wondered why this one was so small. I always thought it was a pretty house and that some nice family lives there. I guess I was wrong.

I heard the police cars all around, but he parked the car in the garage and took me into the house. No one would ever suspect that he lived right here, in front of their noses. I still had my cell phone on me, [<--comma] and I kept it in my pocket. I thought it was going to save me. I was going to use it later when I was alone. I would send a text to my mom because she would be looking for me. Then my phone beeped [period or dash or colon] I had gotten a text. I took out my phone, [<--comma] and it was from my mom, [<--comma] but he took my phone before I could even read it. I only reached the nine button on the phone. If only my fingers were faster.
He ripped the duct tape off my mouth, [period instead] “If you scream, [<--comma] you are going to get it.” He raised his hand to hit me but never did. “Who… who…are…you?” I tried to speak, [<--comma] but it was hard to talk. I didn’t know what he would do to me. At first, [<--comma] I thought he was going to kill me, [<--comma] but that would have been better than this.

“I’m almost like a father to you now. The first thing I’m going to do is this.” [no paragraph break] He crushed my phone into tiny bits. So much for getting help.

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“Yeah, [<--comma] kidnapping me for no good reason and then almost killing me. So are you going to be the father of the year?”
“You are so stupid, Samantha.” He slapped me across the face.
Through my tears, [<--comma] I said, “How do you know my name?”
“I know you very well. [<--period] I have been observing you.”
“You have been stalking me.”
“Stalking is not a nice word, [<--comma] Sammy.”
“Don’t call me that. You don’t even know me.”
He slapped me again, [period instead] “You are going to learn to watch your tone, and I can call you whatever I want.”
“You can go to hell while you are at it.”

“That’s it.” That was the first time I saw the room I would be staying in. Up two flights of stairs and into the attic, I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. He pushed me so hard, [<--comma] I slammed against the bed and fell. That was the first time I had ever felt mental pain mentally. My parents had never done that to me. It made a bruise in the morning, but nothing really hurts anymore.
He locked me in there, and I was in there for a whole day. Just water, no food, it was hard for me. I kicked and screamed, but now it’s easy to go a day, or even two, without food. I would sit, staring at the wall, with nothing to do, ‘till I found this journal in my desk. I had found it a long time ago but didn’t know what to do with it. This journal my temporary escape for insanity, or Alec, whichever comes first.
But, [no comma] that night, I just looked out the window, hoping someone would find me, or even see me, but it never happened.