Captured and Counting

Entry 2

After a few hours of waiting, you came into the room and stared at me for what felt like hours.

I tried to look away but our eyes were locked, I remember thinking that you were about to come and get me out. You just stood there, a grin started to appear on your face.

You started to talk. "You will be my little girl. Mine." I tried to talk back but you just left, you left me there alone and scared. Im sorry, but that's not how you treat your "little girl"

You fed me and cared for me. I never cared, I would have rather died than be in your care. Which, at that age suicide hadn't crossed my mind. I didn't want to die, I just wanted to be free from you. I wanted to go to my dad, to tell him I was alright. But you didn't care what I wanted, you just acted like you did. You wanted me for yourself.

You didn't let me out of the cage, my restlessness grew, I was only a child, I could only stay still and quiet for so long before I became anxious. I shook the cage screaming, it toppled over and sent me through a glass table that you always kept my stuff on. Blood covered my tiny arms. I didn't dare cry though, I didn't want your false pity.

You came in with an amused grin on your face, it was then I realized how young you looked, around the age of my mid-thirties father.

Now I regret ever comparing you to my father.

You gave me a cloth to clean off my blood, I denied it and it made you angry. I could see it in your eyes, but you didn't show it in the way I had thought you would. You just took it away and left.

You didn't come back for the rest of that day, I heard you go out of the house door, I heard your car drive away. I looked around, desperately trying to find something to help me get out. But nothing was in reach. So I sat there. Of course, I tried to reach my hand through the bars to fumble with the lock, obviously that didn't work.

The next day when you came back, I pretended as if I were asleep. Being so young, I didn't fake it very well. You laughed at me and shook the cage. I glared at you, but you didn't seem to notice. Not at all, you just smiled that warm smile of yours that I had already grown sick of.

The days passed, you began talking to me more. You made small talk, always something about how pretty I was, or how stubborn. I guess it depended on your mood. I grew tired of being silent, so I talked back.

I remember one conversation well.

"One day, I will let you out of this cage, you will love me and we will go to that same pier that we first... connected on."

"No." I said back to you. My voice was soft but firm. "I can't love you, I only love my daddy, and my mommy."

You laughed at me. "Oh, you will learn sweet girl, you will learn I promise." then you left me once again.