Chapter Seventeen

3rd January, 1999(morning)

The Warehouse

Lana

Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Over the weeks, I've had little or no contact with Joel. The only reason he came to my room was to warn me that time was running out. I was so scared at what would happen if time finally runs out. My family hasn't made any contact with Joel, actually nobody at the white house has even made any effort to secure my release.

Would they just leave me here to die at Joel's hands?, Don't I mean anything to them?. Perhaps this was how my life was going to end. Dying at the hands of a psychotic killer, perfect. I could just see how the headlines would be; "Lana Rawlings, daughter of President Freddie Rawlings has d