HELP, is a quiet girl

Still here

He wipes a tear from my face, looking into my eyes. It unnerves me, so I look down at the concrete. He lets out a soft laugh and pulls my head up to his level as he crushes his lips against mine. I place my hands on his chest and push with all my might, against him. This seems to encourage him even more, and one of his hands grabs my face tighter. He places his other hand on my back to pull me closer. My strength fails me, forcing me to just stand there letting him get his way. He always does.

After a few excruciatingly slow minutes pass by, he throws me to the floor like a piece of useless garbage. He drags his hand across his mouth, and let out a small grunt. He gives me one final glance before he walks out, locking the door behind him.

I remain motionless in shame on the floor. I didn't have any motivation to move myself onto the mat, that I called my bed, in the corner of the damp room.

A tear leaks out of my eye, trailing down my cheek only to end its path by dripping off of my chin. and off my nose. I hear footsteps approach and hear the latch on the door click. He's back. The door creaks, he walks in and kneels next to my head.

"Sorry sweetheart. Here's dinner," I hear something being laid on the floor, while he stands up and walks out locking the door before he walks away again. A shiver shakes my whole body as I slowly raise myself up into a sitting position. I grab the plate and bowl, and scoot back to the wall.

I lift the bowl slowly to my lips and tip the contents into my mouth, licking the bowl until it's all gone. I set the bowl down, and pick up the stale piece of bread up from the plate. I rip pieces off of it, eating it as slowly as I can to make it last.

I sit there in the lonely confinement of my new home. As the slow minutes tick by, I begin wondering what my family is thinking right now. Probably that I'm dead. I haven't seen the sun in over a year. I know that because it's my birthday tomorrow, and he keeps on telling me he is going to do something special in celebration. This thought sends shivers over me again, knowing what he did for my birthday last year.

I'm not really sure how he knows when my birthday is, I never told him. But I guess that's what stalkers do, that is what he did.

I never got his name, he kidnapped me a week before my 16th birthday. I always think about the moment before my capture, because it is the last happy memory that I had, before this living nightmare.

I was walking down the street with my boyfriend, hand in hand. We had just seen a movie, and were walking to dinner. All of a sudden, a van pulled up next to us. It happened all in a blur. A man jumped out towards me, and my boyfriend tried to fight him off. I can still hear Will's screams as he was left on the sidewalk-undoubtedly a broken leg- while I was in the back of the van.

A fresh wave of tears spill from my eyes as I reply this memory. I look down at my small figure to see thighs deathly thin, and the outline of my ribs is visible. I get up slowly, and pick up the shorts and hoodie that I have lying on the floor. It's the same outfit I was wearing when I was taken. My arms wrap around my torso, hugging myself in the large hoodie. It was my favorite to steal out of Will's collection of hoodies.

I slump down on my bed mat, curling into a ball. I need to get away, this is evident. But, there was no way; my room doesn't have windows. The only exit is a tall steel door that is locked every second of the day. I can't possibly escape, as I am only allowed out one time a day to use the bathroom, and once a month to take a shower, which happened this morning. The only other way to get away would be to fight, which I doubt I'd be successful. He's so strong, I couldn't even take him down when he first hot mess, at the peak of my strength. I'm so weak now.

I tried to escape only once, but it was enough to know it was a hopeless cause. It was the second day I was with him, and I didn't get far, not even out of the house. Once he brought me back in, he beat me brutally all through the night. He even went as far as to hold food from me for an entire week. I never tried leaving again, because I didn't have enough strength within me to try. Sadly, these are my thoughts every night. I have nothing else to think about.