The Story of Tikay-Marie

No Choice

"MOMMY! PLEASE! PLEASE, DON'T. MISHA PLEASE! I DON'T WANT BE ALONE! PLEEEAAASE! PAPA! PAPAAAAAHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the men tried to take me away. I was drowning in my tears. My mother's face was drenched also as she watched them try to restrain me. My father started to cry as well. Misha looked scared, confused, depressed and overwhelmed all at the same time. I kicked and screamed. I was loose for a moment and began to run towards my parents. I gripped on to them for dear life.

"Mommy, please. It won't solve anything. It won't help." I tried to convince them to change her mind but all she did was hug me one last time and give me a kiss on my forehead and then she walked out. "Papa-"

"Tikay-Marie," he interrupted with a firm voice."You have to go. You'll get be-"

"NO I WON'T. HE'LL PUNISH ME, PAPA PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH HIM!"

With that my father, pulled me into a tight hug. He rubbed my back and put his chin on top of my head. "I love you." he whispered but then he let go. He looked over to one of the nurses and gave a nod of his head.

"No..." I felt the nurses hand starting to grab and pull me."PAPAAHHH!" I screamed for him as he walked away. Misha gave me one last look and she left me as well.

I tried to get free again. I kicked and screamed. I started to wail my arms around. One of the nurses hands had slipped causing my fist to meet another nurses face.

"Paula, we're going to need a tranquilizer."

I was still kicking and moving my arms, when I felt a sharp pain in arm. When I looked over there was a needle in my arm. Everything began to blur and fade. I slowly began to loose consciousness.