Whispers From A Broken Spirit

Chapter 1 : Taken

           I shuddered from the cold atmosphere as I stroll through the parking lot. I immediately noticed it was Vacant, no one was around. It was almost eerie and beginning to be dark; the warm light of the evening was long gone. I sigh shrugging off the feeling that something was wrong and proceeded to walk. Heavy rain starts to pour down on me giving the pavement a glistening look, almost like black water. The wind whistled against the trees that lined the lot. I sucked in a sharp breath as I saw a dark figure dart in front of me and in a blink of an eye it disappeared, just as fast as it appeared.

       My breathing became ragged as my legs became heavier by the second. The shadow appeared once again alerting me. As he starts to approach me, I turn to walk the opposite way. His footsteps inched closer and closer. I now start to sprint fighting the urge to look back as he runs after me. Just when it seems like I have escaped a heavy weight fell on me, realizing I was tackled down by the stranger.

     I Try my best to fight him off, but he's so much stronger. His hands wrapped around my throat,  making difficult to breathe. My eyes were wide with fear and small ragged gasps were escaping my throat. I can feel my soul drifting away from my body and escaping to a peaceful place one where there is no pain or worries in the world. A place where I can Finally be free. But then reality hits me, I did the first thing I could think of I hooked my fingers at his hands uselessly and used my last breath to scream for help.

      I have been in here for days if not weeks. I could not move, see, or hear. The only thing keeping me alive was the sound of my heartbeat. screaming was not an option, as my parched throat made it impossible to speak. Tiny voices screamed in my head. Fear was the only emotion I felt as the heavy footsteps inched closer, a door was knocked down and light entered the room I was in. I analyzed my surroundings for the first time only to notice the chipped paint and the leaky ceiling. The man walked closer to me, I whimpered hoping nothing would happen. I Spoke too soon. The nameless man grabs me by my collar began to continually beat me senseless. I felt weaker than I did before.my head began to throb uncontrollably.

      People say you get used to the pain after a while. But I do not think I'll ever be able to get used to this pain. The first punch I receive sends my self-control flying out of my body. I put my hand on my face as a thick trickle of blood runs down my forehead from his fist. I whimper and crumple to the floor as he goes for a well-aimed kick that comes in contact with my lower abdomen. I curl up into a ball as the beating continues. Once again, I begin to cry seeing that is the only thing I can do and seems to be doing, But This only seems to excite my attacker. I close my eyes hoping maybe just maybe it will end quicker than I previously imagined. But I am wrong. Blood starts to trickle down from my skull . after what seems like hours of pain, he throws me against the wall like a rag doll letting my body hit the cold hard floor. I felt a wave of relief until he raised his hands and continued to beat me, causing me to lose conscience the last thing I saw was the strange man removing his belt.

      I Woke up to an excruciating pain all over my body. My head was spinning. I look around only to realize I was in the same place I once was. Hot tears ran down my face only to realize this wasn't a dream. it was as real as it can be. anger boils inside of me. why is this happening to me? My thoughts were cut short when someone spoke. scared I turn around to hear a small voice say.

" Please don't cry" I small voice whispered.

        My eyes met a pale, fragile girl. Her eyes were dark and so lifeless, but she held a smile on her face. One that didn't quite meet her eyes, but it was there. I fell out of my trance only to realize she was talking to me.

" It's going to be okay, alright? We'll show you around you'll just have to stay really quiet". She said. Seeming unsure of herself. I nod not really giving her an answer.

     She began to walk away expecting me to follow her. I sat in the position I was in, deciding not to move. she turns around to look at me and keeps walking. I Sigh as tears begin to fill my eyes. I tucked my knee in my chest, heavyhearted, recognizing my fate. I cleared out any sound available to my ears. I sat there paralyzed by the disastrous feeling of isolation. I Will die.

    A strange feeling crept up from the pit of my stomach causing the hairs of my neck to rise. I push myself up and limp to the room the unknown little girl entered. Giving myself a final push hoping my legs wouldn't give up on me and entered the room. A loud gasp escapes my mouth as I stumbled in the room. The room resembled a long corridor with eleven bed on one side and two on the other. There were about fifteen girls in the room. No older than nineteen. twenty-one being the oldest. they all looked up at me on cue as if I was being expected.

      No One said a word. But continue to do what they once started. not knowing what to do I stood there looking around. Taking in the dirty broken walls. cement falling out every once in a while. I mentally scream.

"Hey, I'm Ray, I know I never mentioned my name. this is my sister Nyla...." Ray said.

I jumped snapping out of the daze and looked at the girls standing in front of me.

"Here you should go clean up its time for bed we have school in the morning "Lizzy I'm guessing Said

"School ? I questioned we get to school?."

"Yes, but don't even think about it,  we've all tried "Lizzy responded handing me a towel, dress, and clean underwear.

     I  shook my head and opened the door to the bathroom. There was no point of struggle. There was no reason to question or even refuse. I turned on the water and begin scrubbing myself as hard as I can. I felt so dirty. I sat in the bathroom till my skin begin to wrinkle. The bathroom was the only place I felt safe.

      I think I took life for granted. We live our life and go through our day as if it will never be us, as if we are untouchable and we would never be put in a situation like this. We watch girls disappear on television daily, yet we don't blink an eye, instead we continue to live our pathetic lives without a concern for others. After what seems like hours the water cut off and I begin the dress myself. I walk into the now dark room and sit in the corner. Everyone had already been sleeping, not knowing what to do, I slide down the wall, laid my head on my knees and prayed. Praying that this would just be a nightmare, and I would wake up in the morning in my bed. Except sleep never came.