When I wake up

My Name is Emma {Part 1}

 August 10, 2013

      My name is Emma. My name is Emma. My name is Emma. My name is Emma, and I am 17 years old. My name is Emma and I got into a car crash and went into a coma. My name is Emma and the love of my live is Hazel. I just have to force myself to remember that and I'll be fine.

      My name is Emma Lain Martinez, and I am 17 years old. I was born in June 6, 1996. My first memory was when I was 3 and I was sitting on my grandfather's death bed as he told me he loved me, and one second later he took his last breath. Sadly I don't really remember him that much. The only man who ever loved me and I can't remember him. I wanted to learn more about him but his wife died a month after my birth. And my parents would never tell me any details.

      When I was 5 my parents would let me go to the park with my friends alone, but my friends would always run off with out me. Then I would just be left all alone. At the time I had started asking random people if they knew my grandpa cause I wanted to know more about him. Most people I asked were parents at the park and at school, they would roll their eyes and tell me to go back to my parents. And most of the time I would just walk away and find my friends, but one day that didn't happen. Just remember that I'm 5 1/2 year old kid who still doesn't even know why the sky is blue, and absolutely no knowledge of stranger danger. I remember that day so vividly, I was wearing my favorite white overall skirt with a yellow long sleeve button down shirt, and my little white church heels. That day my mom had done my hair before leaving for work, and I had long curly pigtails with some lose hair under them. When I got to the park that day I walked up to a man who was recently new to the park and I asked him if he knew who my grandpa was. And I didn't suspect anything when he asked where my parents were. I told him that they let me go places by myself because they're busy and work till night, and that sometime they're not home till the next morning. Then I went to walk away when he grabbed my arm and said, " That's good because it'll take all day to tell you about your grandpa.", you wouldn't believe how happy I was. And my dumb ass proceeded to follow him to his truck and get in to the back seat. We drove for hours but I wanted to know about my grandpa so I didn't say anything. Some time while we were driving I fell asleep and when I woke up I was laying down on a really big bed. There were big pink pillows, a huge white and pink comforter, and flowers all over the room. I looked outside the window and saw a lake and lots of trees. When I started to get up and look around the room I found a closet full of dresses that looked really nice. And I when I tried to open one of the drawers on the nightstand it was locked, so was the door to the room and all the windows. That's when I started crying and screaming. Not even 2 minutes after I started screaming, the man from the park bust the door down and covered my mouth with duck tape. He pushed me down onto the bed and punched my stomach. Everything happened so fast that I was left in shock and pain. As I laid there paralyzed in fear he got off of me and put the covers over me. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and explained that he had no clue who my grandfather was but he thought I was just the cutest little girl he had ever met, and the pretest girl who had ever talked to him. He told me how he planed to keep me forever because my parents didn't want me. And the sad part was that he was right.

      The man stared at me for almost half a hour before he tried to take off my clothes. I pushed him away and tried to run out of the room,but he grabbed me and pulled me down. He pushed me into the bed, got on top of me and yanked off my overalls. I can still remember how it felt when he ripped off my shirt, the feeling of all my buttons hitting my chest as they popped off and my heart racing. After that I can only remember little flashes like almost drowning in the lake, being naked and crying in the corner, the man putting a dress onto my bleeding body, and a constant pain. And then one day when I was tied to his bed with only the covers on my body I heard the door knob jiggle then the door was busted open. Men in all black filled the room and one of them cut me off from the bed as another one talked into his shoulder and said that they found me. The men in all black carried me out of the room and into an ambulance, where they touched me all over trying to cover all of my cuts. It was hours before we made it to a hospital, the whole ride they kept asking me questions about the man from the park. When we got to the hospital they rushed me to a room and set me up to a bunch of equipment and told me that my parents would come visit me when hey were done with work. As I waited for them I cried myself to sleep. At midnight I was rudely awakened by the man from the park. The cops had not found him at his home, but he found me. Instead of screaming for help I pressed my emergency button about 70 times in one second, but no one was responding. The man pressed his lips against mine violently and gripped my shoulders so tight that they started to bleed. He pushed me down into the hospital bed and I blacked out. When I woke up I saw my parents yelling at the cops in the hall way and the man being taken into the elevator in hand cuffs with a smile on his face. I called out to my mom and dad and they came running into the room and hugged me. And the next day they took me back home.

      Four years later my parents told me the whole story. At 5 I was kidnapped by the man who killed my grandfather. One day my grandfather was playing with me at the park when that man tried to kidnap me and my grandfather stopped him but got stabbed in the process. By the time he got to the hospital he lost too much blood and died. Because I was so young I couldn't give a positive identification, and there wasn't enough evidence so they couldn't put him away. And two years later he kidnapped me. It took my parents 3 days to report me missing. It took them 6 months to find me and when they did find me I was half dead. When they found me I was beaten, raped, and starving. They hadn't found the man yet. That night when they brought me back to the hospital and I fell asleep. And while I was asleep the man sneaked into my hospital room and raped me again. In the middle of beating me to the point where I couldn't breath my mom and dad showed up and called the cops. When the cops got there they pulled him off of me and cuffed him. That's when I woke up. That all happened a day before my 6th birthday. All I can say is that it was a really bad birthday.

The man's name was Mike, he was killed in jail.