We Made It |L.T|

Chapter Nine

I was familiar with the walls that were gloomy. No matter the weather or season, the cold was constant on the hard concrete floor. I had hope that I would be able to escape one day because of the small window. Get away from the abuse and discover something that is worthy of love. Even though I am useless and unlovable, I am only useful to man for his greed and pleasure. To satisfy the desires of men, all women are meant to breed and increase in number. That's everything I've ever been and will always be.

Though the mice that would creep across the cold, hard flooring at night did not indicate the absence of life. The chamber was large and gloomy, with spiders weaving webs in the corners. 

I felt a rush of fever and coughed out of my throat.

Though the mice that would creep across the cold, hard flooring at night did not indicate the absence of life. The chamber was large and gloomy, with spiders weaving webs in the corners.  My heart ached for the little nuisance animal when the imprisoned mouse snapped in the corner. They were certainly not the most harmless rodent problem. Though they are merely attempting to survive, they nonetheless deserve life and happiness.

A wave of fever shot through me, causing me to cough. The concrete brick walls felt cool against my warm forehead as my head rubbed against them. I felt a chill go up my spine, so I pulled my legs close to my chest to stay warm. Since I'm without a blanket. 

However, I quickly failed in my attempts to stop the shooting pain. because I could feel my body leaking blood on the hard concrete surfaces. I was scared by that, and I knew that tension wasn't good for me. I couldn't help it, though.

I was alone and helpless, nobody I knew would even come and rescue me. From the dark walled room, that become more of a home to me. Than being upstairs with my family. That by the sounds of it, were sitting around the dinning table having dinner. My mind began to fade and drift to my daydreams of one day getting out of these confined walls that held me captive. Daydreaming was a regular for me, since I had nothing else to do.

Making up stories and dreams in my head gave me some hope. But would soon fade when the door would unlock and I would constantly remind myself that, being dead would be the best thing for me.

If it wasn't my father it was him.....

The guy that took the last of my innocents. Something that I hoped I could have kept so I could give it to a man who deserved to have my body. All of that, though, would never manifest. Something that I wish I had battled against was the lust and greed in his eyes. I felt worthless and disgusting, used and unclean. His hands would travel over my body and I would constantly feel those feelings creeping up until I had to give in

Since he was interested in my body rather than me, he prodded and threatened me. He said that I deserved it, and I believed him, but all he really wanted to do was cause pain and degrade me. I deserved all that was bestowed upon me. Everything I've ever said has been in conflict to my parents' standing up for my genuine beliefs. I have earned every single thing that has ever happened to me.

"Athens' are you all right?" A woman's voice spoke, but I was too terrified and remembering the past to look clearly, so I couldn't see anything. My lungs were so constricted that I had to force air into them in order to breathe normally. However, my heart was racing, so my attempts were in vain. That the panic attack I was having was too strong for me to control. 

The memories of being locked in the dirty basement transpired against me. The thoughts and the torture that still haunts me, what I thought I buried away and purposefully forgot, rose up again. The heavy weight and the cloud that hovered over my head, threating to spill it's rain over me, it struck hard.