One life left

The cure that fucked me up

Thinking back to when my parents told me they were sending me away made my heart ache, I mean who does that! Sends a child miles away because they 'don't know what else to do'. they made me sound like I was getting on the wrong side of the law all the time. What teenager doesn't go out and experience new things and try to numb the pain when the world they know shatters around them.

"Being sent away to camp wasn't my finest time, I lost everything being sent away. Friends and family didn't know where I went and I was closed off from the outside world." Thinking back to the times I would share a room with 13 other girls who were in the same boat as me, we lost something the second we got there. Not knowing the psychological trauma I was to injure was torture enough, but knowing I wasn't going to be alone in this, or so I thought, was slightly comforting.

"We were taken to a room where 14 beds were, all the girls stood their arguing about how they weren't going to be sleeping in the same room as others. At that moment is when he appeared. He was most intimidating man I ever seen." He walked past us all silencing us with out saying a single word. We all stood their not knowing what to or say. "He announced were in our own personal hell. Your all here for your disgraceful behaviour and my job is to straighten you out" looking at cara face as I spoke you can the pity in her eyes. That was last thing I needed, I survived by doing what needed to be done.

"The first day after we settled in wasn't so bad, we all had to do introductions and state why we thought we were there. That's when we knew we was shit, when one girl decided she wasn't going to do it, she was dragged out kicking and screaming and put in the box". Shuddering at the thought and remembering the few times I was put in there my self.

"What is the box" cara asked so quietly I wasn't sure if she was even talking to me. I took a deep breath before I spoke the next words that chilled her to the bone. "We were stripped of everything besides our underwear and was placed in an acrylic box with just enough room to lay down, we would stay in there for as long as the punishment is required, a straw was passed through a hole for water but we were not permitted to eat unless we 'earned' it" cara's eyed widen in horror. "That's barbaric!!!" She started to pace and rant how we should report them, but I explained that every parent knew about this before they sent their child to the camp. "Why?! Why would anyone sent their child there knowing this?!" The idea of the box was punishment for speaking out of term or not carrying out the roles/job women were born to do. "We learned quickly our jobs were to be seen looking pretty but not to be heard, we are designed to be pleasing to a man and work hard for everything we want but not to outshine a man. We soon learned quickly that fastest way was to do what we were taught"

There was a camp over the lake, that was for the boys that were delinquents as well. Our sole purpose was please and listen to them, and for the them to learn what they must do in the world in order to appear to society as a gentlemen, but what happened behind closed doors........ as long it didn't show to society was acceptable. Some girls rebelled a lot and were worked to the bone gain basic human needs such as food and water, were beaten and broken until we were they classes as acceptable and we didn't act out of term. We were not released until we met our parents criteria for how we should be behave. "So that's my story of why I am the way I am and I'm trying so hard not to be sent back to the camp, or boarding school........I'm just hanging by a thread until I'm old enough to leave my parents far behind". Being the duty full daughter is what is required to survive...... then I guess I will have to survive and resist all temptations in order to say my self. Going back through all the dark thoughts of being beaten with the cane, running 2am assault courses, dresses in the way they required, eating the bare minimum food to ensure I stay thin and most of all loosing my self to be someone I'm not almost sent me down into my dark place. Because without proof and going against the rich and powerful what else is left to do, how can I ensure I shut the camp down if I'm gone?

Cara was still pacing and wanted to do something but she knew all to well there was nothing that could be done by two little girls. "You don't need to defend me against Brooklyn, I don't want you to be sent away again" you can see the sadness in her eyes. Looking back at her with a smirk on my face I said the words I never thought I would say..... "well my little friend.... let's make sure we don't get caught"
Shouting down to kate I asked if my parents are going to be back tonight and she assured me they were on a business trip for 3 days and I'm in her care. She came up to my room and asked if I wanted to go out with cara. Cara looked shocked that she would even let me considering what she learnt but I quickly explained Kate knew everything and she helps me.

In the middle of getting changed to go the movies with cara, the speaker in the hall rang near the front door. I dashed down stairs knowing it was joey at the front gate. "Hey joey, what's up" "evening miss, there a young man here to see you, he said his name is Brooklyn and he's come to pick up miss cara" .....

Oh shit! ........ what the fuck do I do now, cara said she doesn't want to go but now I'm wondering how the fuck he knew where I lived and he knew she was here?

"Yeah sure let him through" cara looked like I kicked a puppy.

"I'm so sorry but I have to let him in or else joey will notify my parents if he thinks I'm up to something" I could see she understood but Kate stood their and said "I have an idea girls" with that we turned and smiled at her. Never underestimate Kate. She went to open the front door but when she did ours jaws hit the floor...... "oh you mother fuckers" we both said at the same time. Now why did they have to go ahead and do that!

"All is fair in love and war" he said in a deep husky voice as he looked at me. Except the voice didn't belong to Brooklyn.