All I really remember was him giving me the drink. It was clean and smooth down my throat. I could taste the cherries and pineapple. The world became dizzy and he was there. He smiled but his face was swaying back and forth, leaving reflections. I couldn't concentrate. It was black.
•••
Yea, I do remember my mother. She had a really nice smile, but sadly she never really smiled. She said it was a waste of time. She seemed like a woman of business and hard work.
Just like my father, he worked for one of the biggest law firms in America. They were always at work. Oh boy do I remember that. I was an only child, and since they didn't really seem to care, I stayed at home all day. I had no one to play with. No one to talk to. My parents barely even let me talk when they were around. Then he came, he said he was my cousin Parker.
When I was 8, he snuck into our house. He took me away. To this place called his cabin. It was a little fort out of logs and sticks he made.He would tie me up and... well I don't really remember. I believe he would sometimes hurt me.
He would watch me sleep, watch me eat, then take me away. And my parents never knew.
•••
I woke up with a pinging noise in my ears that kept on ringing. My vision was blurred. All I could see was the door. It was hard, because I remember banging my head against it. When my vision cam back, I saw where I was.
The cabin.
It was bigger and stronger. Just like him. My mind was fizzled.. I had no idea what had happened. Or why i was thinking what I was?
Had I been here? Was Parker really the boy who watched me sleep? The boy who my parents didn't even notice? Had I been abused, molested, raped, tormented by someone only a few years older then me... For my entire life?
I heard his footsteps. He came and had a glass cup of liquid.
"You've awoken. Oh wonderful." He noticed me looking around. "I know. It does bring back memories. Remember when I would burn you with my matches... or... or that one time I nearly made you swallowing that Barbie arm." He giggle. But I didn't remember it as fun. They floated back to me. All the pain he caused me. How could I forget?
"Yea. Well I've waited oh my so long... for this... to see your small beautiful face cry at your defeat." Then he gave me the liquid, thinking that whatever it was would refresh my sore throat, I drank it.
Well it wasn't water. I couldn't tell.
My brain started to grow weak again. I couldn't hear or speak. All I could see was him.
•••
I would wake up every once in a while and he would be there. He would have some drunk and I would drink it.
Slowly, I became so weak. I wouldn't move. I felt saliva dripping off my chapped lips.
"Not so pretty now." He laughed. Then he handed me the last glass and be splashed it down my throat. I gaged it up a little.
••••••
It was black. I couldn't see anything. Then I heard a voice. I saw him. But he was younger. Like about 13. It was a flashback. I had just gotten back from school. He was standing outside my window. I couldn't see him. He was taking photos. Then I became him. He ran back home. Raced to his room, and opened his closet. He was still 13. Inside the closet was thousands upon thousands of photos... of me. They were all from every age.
He laughed the same laugh.
"Some day I'll get you. My diamond."
And he had.
