Can We Be Fixed?

Chapter 12- Gone

The next 2 weeks were pure torture, I had been taken to the torture room at least 4 times and by different men as well

When the men walked past me and they would laugh and sometimes even come in and kick me

I stopped feeling the pain, Tom and his buddies had carved so many words on my body I probably could make a little less than half a page

The only thing I feel now is numb and broken, the punishments don't bother me anymore, I feel thankful that it hasn't gotten too bad yet

I had just recently gotten a beating from Tom and his friends because I wouldn't let them touch me inappropriately 

Because I refused to they hit me instead, 

Tom said one day I will beg them to touch me instead of hit me and that he can't wait for that day, but I think I would rather die then beg them.

I was startled by a bang which was a metal tray with a piece of stale bread and a plastic cup filled with water

I was fed every couple of days but sometimes I had to wait all week to be fed, eating was a reward Tom told me so every time I and got food I had to be thankful I was not forced to go another week without food and water

I had stopped fighting Tom and his goons because I was too weak, even though I was happy I got food I also felt bad because it meant I had to either go through harder punishments or I wouldn't get more food for a while.

I needed to leave this place because I was going crazy, I didn't want to live anymore, everyday when I woke up was a punishment on its own, I had given up on living 

I crawled to my food and began chewing slowly on the bread and gulping the fresh water down, trying to saver the taste of food in my mouth.

I remember the time I begged for more food and I got in trouble

I could still remember vividly the screams and cries from me as he carved on my skin, I WILL BE GREATFUL FOR WHAT I AM GIVEN, Luckily it wasn't that deep but it hurt like hell and then pushed my head into a tub filled with water not letting me breath until I almost drowned then pulled me up for 10 seconds and repeated it several times.

I opened my eyes and continued eating, I had only been here for 2 weeks and it seemed like eternity, Tom made sure to come by every morning and remind me how long I had been here for and that I was going to die here

And after a while I believed him I could never escape

I laid down and watched from my cell window the sun slowly set down reminding me that my birthday was tomorrow.

I waited until the sun rose back up indicating the morning, then I slowly got up off the ground and traced a small cupcake in the dirty ground with a number 13 on the top with a small flame for each letter,

Closing my eyes I blew out the candle wishing that I could escape then I opened my eyes and watched the remainder of the dirt fly away.

Happy birthday to me I thought, as I watched Tom walk up to my cell smiling "So its your birthday is it?" He smirked, "From now on your going to get double the punishment because your older now"

I couldn't believe him, he was going to kill me double the punishment would actually get me killed I could barely handle what they were doing now 

"I want a response brat" he snarled kicking my already bruised ribs

"Y-y-yes" I stutter

"Pathetic, that is what you are pathetic" then he walked away slamming the cell door hard, the noise ringing through the corridor, he was right I was...