Océane's Eyes

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"let me go!" I screamed at the masked man gripping my wrist, his thumb bore into my skin and wedged in the gap between bones in my wrist and it hurt so bad.

Another masked guy spread my legs wide, I was laying on a dusty old mastress in a building I had never seen, no clue where I was. The guy holding my legs apart towered over me and I could feel his dirty ugly smirk form under his ski mask and his eyes stared at me as though I was a trophy

Not in a good way

A feeling of dread and nausea flooded my mind, my head was banging cause of all the times they pulled at my hair. Was i ever going to make it out of here? I still tried to yell hoping anyone passing by would hear me. "No one's gonna hear you princess" he says and runs a finger down my exposed thigh, I shake my leg to wave off his wondering finger but it doesn't move. He turned to his partner and gave a command "gag her"
I still try to scream before he stuffs God knows what in my mouth then finishes off with some duck tape. I feel the tears fall on either side of my cheek and I closed my eyes not wanting to see what happens next.

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I jolt up from bed and try to control my rapid and shakey breath, it's another dream, it felt so real this time. I wipe off the tears and sweat from my face and drink the glass of water my mum made sure to leave me before I go to sleep.
It had been a week since I got rescued from that living nightmare. I get up from bed and take a look at the full body mirror, my short shorts expose the red sore marks on my thighs from all the malhandling and my tank top also shows the marks around my neck and wrist. The thought of their hands running up and down my body triggered something and I sat on the ground and cried. Once I got my shit together

After like ten minutes

I got to the shower and let the steaming hot water run down my skin, I like to convince myself that the water's cleansing me from their abuse but the marks they put on my body was nothing compared to the mark they burnt in my mind. I can't see myself moving on from it or forgetting about it but I have to cope with it. My mum suggests I go for therapy but it was  so hard to open up to my own mother I wonder how hard it will be opening up to a stranger. But she insisted I give it a try and I will if I can survive a day of school. It's been a week and three days since I went to school. My mum made sure nobody knew what happened to me, she told the principal and anyone that asked that we went on an emergency trip to France to visit my dying grandma.

My mum is from France and my dad from the US, and grandma is really dying so it wasn't a complete lie. I'm done showering and walk over to my closet. I can't wear almost ninety percent of my clothes cause they either expose my thighs or my arms or my neck and collarbone. I scan through and pick out a large black hoodie then wear it. It covers my neck, collar bones and wrist pretty well. I get a loose pair of sweatpants that I normally use for jogging. Slide on a pair of crocs, pull my hood up, grab my backpack and head downstairs.

"Hey honey, how'd you sleep?" Mum asks. She's standing at the edge of the staircase like she's been waiting for me to get downstairs.

"Not perfect"

"Well, nous avons tous parfois de mauvaises nuits"

"Bad nights can't be compared with PTSD" I state and walk over to the kitchen, I pick up the brown bag that's labelled "Océane's lunch"
You guessed it, french for ocean.
I pick up the bag and head over to the front door.

"You sure you don't want to eat anything before you leave?!" Mum asks, her blue eyes filled with worry. I got my eye color from her, but mine's more clear and cristine like the ocean, hence the name. But now they look sunken and dull, not really living up to my name. "I'm good mum, thanks"

"Should I pack more lunch?" She asks with a weak light smile

Does she always feel like crying for me?
I roll my eyes and give her the brown bag, she let's out a tiny shrill showing her pearly whites and clapping twice before going to fill up my lunch bag. I might just give it all to Reggie when I get to school.