A story about a young girl cut off from the rest of the world. Growing up in a care home, people can never get used to her situation ... Until she meets someone who could potentially change her life, but is it for the right reasons.
Nobody should have to go through this ... This torture! It slowly starts to grow on you, this lie , like a tumour waiting for prime. It wraps itself around your thoughts suffocating free will, allowing your mind to be over ridden by detest. It changes you . It makes you feel like a child small and alone only with a monster hiding under your bed for company. So your left, waiting... For the sombre shadow to walk through the door and torment you until he leaves. No one should be put through this
Rape.
I was young, isolated, with no support. Growing up in a care home the only support you get is from social workers. Other girls have mums, dads, sisters and brothers but , not me. My mother well she decided to leave me. When I was young of course . She decided to leave because she couldn't handle the fact I existed but I don't blame her , she was a child herself . But she left my father heart broken which drove him into madness, allowing death take his life.
I never really spoke to anyone else , I was afraid. Afraid that whoever met me would be driven to madness like my dad and they're life would turn to shit too.
Until I met him..
He was what every girl would expect from a Prince Charming . But they don't exist , apart from in fairy tales . You could say he played a game , and I was the pieces. Every time he would make a move at the turn of a dice , I was pushed every closer to the finish, like a puppet and he made me dance.
He was my everything and he knew all about me.My situation. But thats what they do is'nt it? Play mind games,trick you into thinking that your the one, that you are his. I was vunerable, and he knew that so he rolled the dice and played the game.
Care homes don't teach you how to handle different situations. Ones like how to socialise or make friends, but when he noticed me, my whole world ...changed. I didn't know how to feel anymore.Just the sight of him made the butterflies start to flutter. His eyes the colour of sapphires glittering in the sunlight, the perfectly tassled hair the colour of chestnuts in autumn as they fall from the tree's into a bed of leaves and his skin as white as snow , crisp and fresh ready to leave a soft print in the delicate flakes.
The date was set and the finish was approaching as I walked to the tree covered brook.
The steam trickled showing my reflection when suddenly two hands ran across my waist. His tender lips press softly against my slender neck, pulling pack my hair and to slowly turn my face towards his, where I found myself drifting into his arms. Swiftly , he held onto my face with a forceful grip not allowing me to move. When suddenly a noise approached, the rustle of leaves panicking me. One action was all it took when a shooting pain started to occur at the back of my head and thats when I found myself on the cold hard ground struggling to move sinking into the bed of orange and yellow.
And thats when I awoke ....
In a blackened room lying on a bed, with 2 dice, placed into the palm of my hand... I was no longer myself.
