Clouded

Empty

Skye's Perspective

I continued my story.. my very own nightmare.

"That's when things turned bad.. as soon as they left, the man.. made a call.. I don't remember what he said really, but it was something along the lines of "we're ready" Soon enough he announced that we were leaving on a little road trip and that if I disobeyed, I would be in serious trouble. That from now on things would be different.. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to run away but.. he caught me before I made it three metres, I.. I still have a couple of scars from that night.."

A couple of tears escaped at the memory, I hadn't even bothered to reflect on any of this before now, it would have been pointless, to cause myself more pain.. even if I felt I deserved it. I took a minute to calm myself, Jack didn't seem to mind, he was being really patient, which I appreciated. He did however squeeze my hand a little tighter and I could feel his hands shake slightly which I tried to ignore as I continued once more.

"U..Um.. I don't know where I ended up, somewhere in america still.. but.. far away from home, I was unconscious for the most part of the travelling though.. I was hauled off to some place where people would sell slaves.. Specifically.. Sex slaves.

Jack froze, completely in shock. I don't think he expected it to be this bad..

I felt awful as I explained this, to realise how much I knew about the darker side of the world scared me, as I realised I had pretty much lost all innocence I could've ever hoped to have kept..

"..The man who bought me wanted me for.. personal use.. Eve-

"..he.. raped you?!" Jack's voice interrupted me, to clarify, in hopes he was wrong, that I hadn't even mentioned the words sex slave, but what could I do.. he had to know, he had to throw me away before I caused anymore damage..

I could only nod meekly as I closed my eyes, letting more tears fall, avoiding any possible eye contact.

"..E..Eventually he got bored off me.. and after around a year I was resold, the cycle continued as no one wanted a "Broken toy" as they would say.. So I was shipped off to another, a guy who lived primarily in Ireland. I didn't think much of being in Ireland, it was different I suppose, the guy used me as a prostitute.. as well as a couple of other girls.. "

I hesitated before I said the last part, I couldn't bare to even look at Jack, the disgust on his face would be inevitable.. he was still, very tightly, holding my hand in his and I hoped he wouldn't pull away by the end of this.. but words seemed to tumble out by this point as if the rain I had started had caused a storm, words flying from my mouth in spirals, before I even recalled what I had said.

"..I.. I don't think its far from here.. I could only run so far.."

I cringed at the thought of still being so close to these people..

"Um.. anyway I was there for quite a while, until they made the mistake of leaving a door unlocked as for the most part we were locked up in our individual rooms, people would come and leave as they pleased. No one really stopped to care about if we were there voluntarily, or even to ask if we were of legal age, I suppose no one cared, what they did was already illegal anyway.. There wasn't even a window in the room, only a bed and a place to make yourself pretty for the customer.. They fed us once a day, and even then it was only basic rations, though I was kinda used to it already.. Hence I.. threw up all over your floor.."

I felt terrible, all I've caused for Sean since I've been back has been pain, trouble and memories of Mark.. Dearest Mark.. what would he think of me now? His own sister..

"The day they left the door unlocked was the day we met again, after I had managed to escape through a window, I started to run, in any possible direction that seemed clear, I didn't know where I was.. and I don't think they would've expected it, hell.. I didn't even expect it.. it just happened. I hadn't misbehaved once since I had been there.. I didn't really care to be honest or at least I didn't think I did.. until I started running. I ran for about an hour, on and off as I stopped a couple of times to catch my breath but it was only for a few minutes.. I could see the sea in the distance and.. I.. I thought.. maybe it would all finally be over.. that for once, I could have control over my own life.."

This is the last of it.. I can't stop now..

"I didn't want to bother anyone, I had already made up my mind and I didn't need the hassle, or the risk of possibly being found by those people. I didn't want to have to endure it, for God knows how much longer.. So I made my way towards the cliff edge and.. well.. you know the rest. I'm sorry that you had to find me this way.. and I don't mind if you want me to leave.." I spoke, eerily calm. As if I had already accepted it was fate. The story was over.. If you could even call it that, it was surreal, that I had lived through that. It seemed more like a never ending movie, constantly filming our lives through a camera that we barely ever reflect on, and that now I had, I felt empty inside, as if my film had finished.. like my road had finally come to and end. Empty.. from head to toe.

Suddenly I was knocked over by arms enveloping me into a deathly tight hug which paused my tormenting thoughts for a few blissful moments of peace. I led there, on the bed, in complete shock. How could he even bare to touch me after what I just said?..

I opened my eyes to see, not disgust or judgement, but a hundred different emotions on his face instead. Though I could only distinguish a few.. Anger, regret, sadness and shock. Tears streamed down both of our cheeks as he held me.

"D..Don't you dare.. I can't cope with losing you again, Skye.."

My body shook violently against his, as sobs raked my frame.

"Please.. Please promise me you won't leave me.."

...

"I.. I promise.."