Emotionally Numb, The Cost of Parental Bias

After I was kidnapped, my family was practically *relieved*.

The kidnappers had gotten the wrong person; my older brother, Lucas, the one they *meant* to snatch, had escaped.

When the police rescued me, blood was seeping from almost every pore, but I didn't cry, didn't make a sound.

I was diagnosed with emotional apathy.

No emotions. I could no longer feel sad about anything happening around me.

I felt freer than I had ever been.

But later, they all regretted it. They cried, begging me to go back to my old self.

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