Wanted ~jm & ag

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Ariana

Have you ever cried so hard in your sleep because all you do is hold in your tears all day and that's the only time you can release them, to show your weakness without anyone seeing it? Or have you ever wished for better days or even tried to make your days better?

Well that's me. Everyday.

I've done horrible things just out of spite. I've done what I had to do for my safety, to protect myself and my family. But sometimes I still feel as if I should watch my back. I use to live by the border between Nevada and California where all of my bad memories were. They still haunt me even when I'm across the country.

"Ari!" I turned my head over towards my friend, Natalia. She was the one that brought me out of my thoughts. "Were you listening to me at all, Ariana? We're going to close soon, we have to start cleaning."

I gaze out into my thoughts on a daily basis and I am so glad I have a friend like her to bring me out of them. We've been friends since middle school. We made a promise to stick around for one another for as long as possible, and that request has been made. We have stuck around through the ups and downs but always had to fix our friendship because we can never stay mad at each other for so long.

She's also engaged to someone she enjoys being around, someone that puts her first before anything. After my traumatizing moment, I could never have a life with happiness like hers. Boyfriends in the past were all the same, and noticing it happen over and over again with the lying and cheating hurts. For now I put all of that stuff to the side and focus on me, my friend and my family. My friend is having her wedding in six months from now and I have to be by her side supporting her, and constantly telling her that everything is going to be okay.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that."

Her face showed concern but a smile curled up upon her face. "You're such a daydreamer, Ariana." She walked over towards one of the tables and started picking up used napkins and straw wrappers, placing them on a tray.

Daydreamer.

I've been called that before and it still haunts me. That's what my nickname use to be during the nights where I was forced into a jail-like-cell, locked away from everyone. Sitting there in silence made me think of cruel ways to torture the person that captured me a year before I came here to Florida for college. I sat in the cell, held captive, around the age of sixteen soon to be turning seventeen.

The capturer only held young girls just to be sold out to be raped for money. Every girl had to have their own individual "cell" along with no communication. The difference between me and the others was that I wasn't broken just yet. I still looked decent and carried confidence and kept quiet. Their clothes were torn or blood stained. I never cracked to show any emotion, until they would auction me off three days a week. That's when I would shake in fear in the inside but stayed quiet as possible on the outside to avoid being abused. I remained silent for days.. Months. A whole year.