I feel like i've lost years i haven't lived-September

Carson Lane*

Carson was eleven years old. It was her first day with Jacob Banks. She could tell this was different.. Jacob didn't hide his face like the others. He didn't keep her in the cold, she was in a room with hard wood floors. It didn't take many context clues for her to know that this wasn't looking good for her.

It was Carsons second week with Jacob Banks. He had let her sleep in the room with him. He was feeding her. He gave her clothes.. this was all too strange.

It was Carsons second month with Jacob Banks. She had found out what the closet was. He put her there whenever she was bad. He also took away her clothes. She was only allowed in the bedroom or the closet. He even followed her to the bathroom.

It was Carsons forth month with Jacob Banks. He started selling her to other people. But he didn't make them wear masks either. He let them do whatever they wanted as long as she wasn't dead or severely injured. There were cuts all along her legs and burns that weren't healing.

It was Carsons tenth month with Jacob Banks. She had more scars then she could count now and new ones were formed daily. Jacob would take her into the bedroom hourly. He would beat her and everything else you could imagine.

It was Carsons fifteenth month with Jacob Banks. She knew this wasn't going to end well. It wasn't hard to see that she was not permanent to him. The beatings were getting worse. More severe. Nothing was healing faster then new things were created.

It was Carsons twentieth month with Jacob Banks. He had her in the closet for a few weeks now. She still hadn't got back her clothes. He stopped feeding her as much. Started hitting her more. He picked up burning from one of his clients. She was basically one big bruise.

It was Carsons twenty first month with Jacob Banks. This was really what was happening. No one was coming to save her. She was going to die like this. Beaten and bruised and alone. She was just going to be another unidentifiable body.

It was Carsons twenty second month with Jacob Banks. He was getting much more aggressive. Nothing was stopping him. He didn't care if she died anymore. And Carson was scared. She didn't want to die. She was still so young. She didn't want to die like this. She hadn't done anything yet.

It was Carsons last day with Jacob Banks. He had told her earlier that he was going to kill her tomorrow. But when she heard lots of noises and screaming outside the closet door she figured he had decided to speed it up a little bit. She threw herself back in the corner and curled into a ball. She didn't want to die. Carson was only eleven she didn't want to die this young. Not like this atleast. The door open and more yelling happened. A man came in front of the door. No. He's going to hurt her. No! She has to stay away! She can't die like this she's too young! She's too young to die like this! Shes only eleven! She hasn't been loved yet. This can't be how she dies..

The man moved closer and Carson screamed

NO!

Phil rushed into the room and tried shaking the girl awake

"Carson!"

"Carson wake up!"

The girl shot up in a panic, she hadn't realized how fast she was breathing or how much it hurt. Carson curled into the corner of her bed, trying to get away from the person near her.

Phil picked up on this and backed away slightly.

"Carson, its just me. Its dad, okay? Its just Phil."

Her voice was shaky as she spoke. She was quiet and almost inaudible.

"Dad?"

Phil nodded his head quickly