After a long car drive to the doctors I felt carsick and very irritated. I guess these women totally disregarded the fact that there was a helpless teen in the back crying. I really thought the sweet little old ladies would tell me about my whereabouts but they couldn’t give me a straight answer on anything. I cried until I felt my tear ducts constricting in pain. My self-pity soon turned to complete anger. The amount of frustration I had at that point was unreal. I just wanted to tuck and roll out of the car and hitchhike back home. Of course logical Sarah stepped in and said don't make this bad situation worse. On top of being kidnapped, I had to get checked out by a doctor. Great. The oddest part about the doctor appointment was the fact they made me take a pregnancy test. This was not only awkward to do but made me question where was I going that would require me to take a pregnancy test. At least when the doctors appointment was done they took me out to a southern fast food chain called Zaxby’s. Little did I know that would be the last time I’d eat normal food for the next nine weeks.
Once again, I was back on the road enduring another long drive to another foreign place. However, this car ride was much more scenic because we were voyaging up a mountain. Before being sent away I wanted nothing to do with mud, bugs or any foliage-filled surrounding. In fact the most adventurous thing I did before being taken was walk on a trail (even then I complained the whole time). That whole 24 hour period was all my biggest fears coming together and pelting me in the face. At that point, I was numb. I had no control over my life and my only option was to let things rock.
The moment I step foot into the cabin I was ushered into a room to be strip-searched. I felt so violated and scared, the only person to ever see me naked was my doctor at that point in time. Like an incarcerated menace to society, they forced me to spread my buttocks... to put it plainly. I felt civilly outraged and violated like an incoming inmate... What could someone be hiding up there considering I was literally monitored heavily for the past day? After they were done assuring themselves that I wasn't a dangerous person hiding contraband on/in my person, they gave me clothing and a huge hiking pack half my size. Keep in mind, I was a 110 lb. girly-girl who loved dresses and pretty patterns, so by them giving me clothing my dad would wear, I wasn’t thrilled to say the least. The pack was huge both in length and width. The last object they gave me was a pair of steel-toed hiking boots. My mind was racing and it was being fueled off a continuous rush of adrenaline. Why would I possibly need all this stuff? Where were they taking me? After collecting my new supplies a middle-aged gentleman assisted me into his truck where we then proceeded on our journey up a steep mountain side. To my dismay, I later found out that I was in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Atlanta, Georgia. On this day, it just so happened to be down pouring. My mood matched the weather. After a 45-minute drive, we finally stopped and got out. The gentleman helped me out of the truck and down a specific part of the mountain. After walking about 50 feet, I came across twelve heads staring at me.
