Black dots start to fill my vision before everything goes dark.
——— a week before Alessia found out she has cancer
I'm naked again.
Sir striped me of all my clothes a few hours ago before throwing me into the cell.
I'm really scared.
My heart is beating at an uncomfortably fast pace.
My fast paced heart beat doesn't allow my breathing to stay normal.
The sound of heavy and harsh breathing overpowers the sound of the dripping water from the broken pipes in the basement.
The cold in here doesn't help with the fact that I am not wearing any clothes.
My teeth clatter together harshly from it.
I hear footsteps start walking in the direction of the door to the basement.
No
Please not again.
He beat me two times already since I'd woken up.
I don't want any more.
I can't take more.
I curl myself up further in a ball when the footsteps start cascading down the stairs.
No
Please..
Please
Please
I whimper when a harsh grip from sir pulls me on my knees.
I don't like kneeling in front of him.
One of his hands wrap tightly around my hair before lifting me a little of the ground.
His face comes closer to mine even as I try to back away.
He doesn't let me.
"Please don't" I whisper with tears in my eyes.
I don't like this.
I hate this even more then the beatings.
"You're mine, I do what I want." is all he says.
I can smell his bad breath, it reeks of alcohol.
No
He's even worse when he's drunk.
He presses his lips onto mine while pushing my body against him.
I try to squirm and move away but his painful grip tightens on me even more, stopping me from even moving an inch.
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I'm not okay
Teen Fiction8 year old Alessia never had the best life. From being taken away from her family at a very young age to being diagnosed with cancer while dealing with mental illnesses daily, have been taking a toll on her for years. When she gets word that her c...