18 years.

Year 12

i remember my arms flailing and kicking. i remember trying to tear away from the forceful arms. i never would've thought that these people would tear me away from my family.

i remember screaming for him. for him to be safe. for them to let go so i can get to him. begging. begging. begging.

they took my to the van. threw me into the back. it was dark out and nobody would come out to see what the hell was going on. nobody in the city cared if there was screaming.

screaming was white noise to these sick minded people. i remember once i felt a hand go across my face shutting up. my tears were salty and burned as they ran down my face. i kept begging and begging for these strange people to let me stay.

i watch as the sick man that said who loved me get money handed to him. the man who handed him money had a scruffily beard. he had a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

once i quit yelling and screaming there were the girls. ----, ------, and --------. they were all nice girls. all of them were no older than sixteen. each of them told me the rules. they were my lifelines.

that was the day that i was taken away. i was only twelve.