Dreamland
Chapter 1
Cold. So cold. So damn, fucking cold. Why? Why was it so cold? It's never this cold. Where was he? He should have been here by now. He wouldn't let me just sit here, and allow them to do these awful things to me. Who's "he"? I don't know, he's just always here... in my dreams. It's always so hard to tell my dreams from reality, but as soon as he shows up I know it's a dream. Despite the horrible things they do to me here, where ever I am, I enjoy these dreams. I can look into the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen, and have those same eyes look at me like I'm the only thing that matters in this world, like I am everything, while he holds me in his arms and whispers to me everything is going to be ok, and tell me I'm beautiful when I know I look like hell.
But, that wasn't happening tonight. He hasn't shown up yet, and I don't know how much longer I can stand the torture I endure here, just to see his face. His beautiful, perfect face. With the most gorgeous brown eyes, and the fullest lips I have ever seen. The same lips I find myself daydreaming about putting my own against, and just getting lost in him forever, and forgetting all the troubles I have. That wasn't going to happen though, not tonight. It started like every other night, I was facing away from the door. Digging my already dirty nails into the dirt floor, rocking back-and-forth like the crazy person I was, when the door opened.
With the door wide open, a man walked around to face me head on, with what little light was coming in I could tell he was just like ever other guy who came in here to hurt me. Buzz cut hair, a crazy amount of tattoos, freakishly tall, and he was freakishly huge. Steroids huge, and I knew this was going to hurt more than usual. I began to whimper, and could feel my warm tears making tracks down my dirt caked cheeks. I began to rock faster and whimper louder; I knew it was only going to cause me more pain, but what was the point in trying to calm myself down now when I was already so scared? The man crouched down to my level and stared at me, like he was trying to decide how bad to hurt me this time around.
At this thought the tears began to fall faster and faster, until they were a constant stream down my face. I started to ask him why he did this, why he liked to punish me when I did nothing wrong, but I stopped myself. I learned a long time ago that I wasn't going to get any answers, whether I was calm or kicking and screaming, I got nothing. Asking always made them hurt me more anyway, so I figured out quickly not to ask questions, not even the only person that gets me through the day, and what happens here could give me answers. The man continued to stare at me while I tried, unsuccessfully, to look anywhere but his cold dark eyes. Then out of no where a huge hand, bigger than my face, popped out and punched me across the jaw. My jaw popped, the pain spread like a wildfire across my jaw and eventually my face, and I knew it had to have popped out of socket.
The man quickly rose and left, shutting the door so I was concealed in darkness yet again. I lay on my side holding my face trying not to cry out in pain. A tiny scream escaped my dry, cracked lips, as the door opened again and a different man, though he looked very much like the first, came in and glared at me in disgust, before he rammed his steel toe boot in my stomach making all the air leave my lungs. My vision began to blur around the edges from the pain of both injuries, and I knew that there was still so much left to come. A different monster came in and laughed as I gripped both my stomach and face in pain, before grabbing my upper arm and dragging me to the wall directly in front of the steel door and locking metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles. As soon as he let me go I slumped over, praying to God to make it quick, but I wasn't that lucky. He then hit me in the head, causing it to fly back against the hard unforgiving rock, and I felt the warm wetness of my blood slid quickly through my hair and down my back. A different man came in next, this time carrying a thick wooden pole, I cringed even more into the wall. Trying to crunch up and protect the vital organs the best way I could. He swung the wood against my ribs. Once, twice, three times in a row and a horrible pain spread from where he made contact... and this was only the beginning.
