Prison of Despair On one stormy night when the wind whistled and the sea was crashing against the shore, I heard a horrible bellow! It sounded like somebody getting their fingers slammed in between a window and its frame. I, Helen, have never heard such a disturbing sound. As I quickly tucked farther down into my blankets, my heart started beating faster than I thought possible. I heard the creaking of my door which disclosed the soft breath of a man. The next thing I remember was waking up in a nonfamiliar room. I was sure I had a tower upon my head like you would see in cartoons. My brain felt like it was turned to mush, I couldn't comprehend what was going on, and before I could stop myself, I started yelling out! After a minute or two my thoughts came flooding in. I had been kidnapped! The walls of the room were concrete, and I was sure I was in the basement of a store because I could see a sprinkler system on the dark stained ceiling. In despair I looked around the room, the ground was hard, and I could see nothing besides blurry desks and a storage compartment, it looked like none of it had been used in years. It has stayed that way for over two months now, at least that's how long I think I've been in here. I'm not alone somebody casually slips three meals a day through a crack in the door, the food is sufficient but I long for my family. I have heard negotiations being talked about for my Ransom, but so far, the police haven't settled on a plan. At points, I think they've given up on me. How do they even know I'm still alive? then I hear the faint yells of police outside the building. They even stormed the store with no luck in finding me, two suffered casualties. Five months passed and I waited for the day they would let me out of this misery. The only thing that has kept me sane is the faith that my God will not let me perish and will rescue me from these men. I pleaded with the man at the door, who gave me food, to let me free but there was never any response. Until one day in the tenth month of my capture. I heard laughter and cheers, even singing and dancing! I had thought that maybe they had a ransom price, and I was sure it was very high. I was right! I could overhear men talking through a vent they were going on and on about a huge tote that was supposed to be full of money, five million dollars worth. I shrieked for joy at the fact I might be getting out of this destitute place. The next morning, I heard a commotion like I had never heard before. There was screaming and gunshots even music (I'm assuming one of the men had a sense of humor since it was the song “We Will Rock You”) the next thing I saw was the door to my prison opened, my father was there he yelled at me to follow him and so I did. The following happened so fast I don't quite know how to explain it so I won't try. When all of my captures had been taken to prison, I sat down with my family to hear and tell them what happened. The officers made a huge box in which the five million dollars would be and climbed inside that night they climbed out and let the rest of the officers along with my dad in. The rest is history. I extolled my father for being too brave and not giving up and told everyone what I had been through. I ended my testimony to the judge with this: I thought I would never come out of that prison; all comfort had gone but I never lost hope. I kept believing in my heavenly father, the police, and my family, to break me out of this prison of despair.