Here's the writing, thought it would be easier this way:
Shadows hiding, playing, spying,
Nagging thoughts and fears arouse,
Pain that lurks in echoes dying,
Phony promises and false vows.
Too soon I realized that I was quite lost. The darkness, a broken compass, and the winding alleyways had left me as confused as a lost child. My crutch was becoming a burden as it was causing me a sore arm and splitting side ache. I kept on trying to think of where poor Celestine could possibly be. I didn't know where I was trying to go, but I kept searching endlessly. I looked through old fogged windows with cobwebs climbing all over them, and in every nook and cranny that seemed suspicious, but I could not find that sweet, frail girl. Tiny thoughts of negativity crept into my mind one by one, like little serpents prying me to give up. I pushed them away as best I could, but it was terribly difficult. "How could I find her on my own with no help?" "It's so dark I can barely see, there's no hope. I should go back." "She might be done for by now."
All the fights and arguments that Celestine had had with me now seemed so foolish and silly. I couldn't believe that I had practically just watch her be abducted. Oh, why did I freeze up? Why couldn't I do anything? I should've got Captn' Jack, and Carl, and the whole crew! But I just had to be a fool and go off by myself. What was I thinking? Folly, FOLLY!
I remembered how afraid I was when the __ had kidnapped me. I'd still have a well-working leg if it wasn't for them. I imagined all kinds of ear-splitting things they could do to Celestine if they wanted to. Much worse than having to live with a crutch the rest of your life. Why was Celestine so vulnerable? Such easy prey for the _____? I knew they took her because she was girl, and young one at that, who was most likely to give up and tell the secret once threatened.