Her eyes opened and for a brief, fleeting moment she celebrated. In moments she would not remember this feeling of joy. She never had before but for this one second of time she was truly happy. Every waking day she had to fight for control, with the others that existed within her. Consciously she had no idea of their existence, but they knew of hers and they would fight tooth and nail for freedom of her oppression of them.
She felt the elation fill her mind and then go sour. Her hand moved, it flexed and fisted then went flat. She had made no effort into doing that movement, her conscious mind didn’t even notice, but her subconscious sent alarm bells ringing. She tried to move her head to look at the hand as it again flexed. She couldn’t move. Her eyes instead looked to the other hand it too flexed. She sat up, and now she knew something was very, very wrong. She was not in control of herself.
Her subconscious silently cursed itself for having let one of its adversaries free; there was no telling what this interloper would do. It rose from her bed; it tore away her gown before staring at itself in her full length mirror. Her long red hair flowed over her like a mope, its tangles would take hours to get free, but that isn’t what caught her eye. Behind her face was another, its hard angry features contrasted with her soft gentle ones terribly. Its body was perfect with haughty curves any man would look to but its stance was all of rage, and power. Her body was everything but perfect, but she for once didn’t notice her flaws. A shift in perspective brought her and her body to the background and this new form forward.
She was forced to watch this new person sift through her things finding its outfit. It found something that she had no recollection of ever owning. But this new face seemed to remember it well. The black cut up jeans which were on the verge of falling to pieces. A low cut red top showing off more cleavage then she had ever down, and it ended high above her navel. Down its sides were long cuts showing off almost everything. Modesty was well out of the window. It reached deep into her jewelry box lifting out some golden hoop ear rings.
Leaving her room it slammed the door hard, and it sprinted for the door. Her mother yelled for her but its only response was that it was not Jessica, it was April. She caught an image of her mother just before the door slammed shut; her mother knew something about what was happening, Why did she not?
The rest of it all was a blur of motion with this stranger in control. She was down town, walking the streets and twice cars stopped asking if her time was for sale. The creature in charge almost took the second up on its offer of a few hundred bucks. She was appalled but with no way of showing her emotions she just had to take it. At one point she accepted a blunt from someone and her world went hazy.
After, it was to the night clubs were, vodka when down like water, she felt her body burn from its intoxication. She watched in a hazy glum as her body danced with and was grouped by men of all ages, some were young and handsome but others just had large wallets with which to entice. At some point or another, she was outside this man of thirty walked her to his car. His hands slipped from her waist to her ass, and back fluid motions. He drove quickly, zipping through every light regardless of the color.
Red and blue lights flashed behind them, the man cursed and pulled his car over. She watched as the regally tall and somewhat handsome officer walked up to the window, his bright flashlight burned her eyes. Upon seeing her inside the car he force the driver side door open and ripped the man from the car. He took him away in hand cuffs. The man yelled about not knowing her age, she was sixteen. Another officer this time, a brunette women, walked to her door. She slowly opened it “Jessica it’s time to go home.” The officer’s voice was soft and sweet and it terrified her that this woman knew her name and where she lived.
The drive home was uneventful and the reunion with her mother was a non-event, but it didn’t matter because when she woke she remembered nothing of the day’s horrific adventure.
