The Scars You Left

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The cool concrete floor pressed against my cheek was the only thing that centered me, as I tried to focus my eyes, my vision blurred. After a few attempts my vision, steadied somewhat. I knew for a fact that it was dark inside where I laid but it was sunny outside the only clue making me feel sure about my assumptions was the tiny window that drew in sunlight, from wherever it is that I was. As I looked around, I came to the conclusion that it was either a small shack or a basement, I was not a hundred percent positive but as my mother would say "I can't bet my last dime, but I can bet a nickel" in other words there was a fifty-fifty chance.

I tried sitting up, then came to a harsher reality, I was bound, and not just that but gagged. My arms were bound at my wrist and up to my elbows, the rope was tight enough to make sure there was no way out but loose enough to not cause any rope burns or bruises. I tried sitting up only to realize feet were bound also at my ankles and half way between my knees and upper thighs. I moved and wiggled in hopes of setting my self into an upright position. Many failed attempts later I found myself against a wall. I'm sure I had cause more bruises on my pale skin than the ropes ever did.

I laid my head back upon the brick wall and closed my eyes as I tried to regulate my breathing, after a few deep breathes, my heavy breathing has slowed down enough for the dreadful headache that was slowly taking over to disappear. I opened my eyes once more and got a better look of the place, confirming one of my assumptions to be correct. I was locked away with no way out, at least not alive.

"Awake now my little bitch?!" My eyes flew up to meet that once prince charming that now seemed to be the one man I feared the most.

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I threw the pencil against a wall and shut my journal. I let my eyes close for a second and his face,that had become imprinted into my mind and nightmares, taunted me. I rested my head in my hands, breathing heavily as if I had just ran a marathon. When a voice that started as a whisper called out to me.

"Avery...Avery..." slowly the voice got louder," Avery...Avery!" My eyes popped open and my head snapped up so fast I felt that dreadful headache start to come through once again.

"Avery can you hear me?" My eyes fell upon a middle aged woman, no older than 38 maybe 36, by the looks of it. Dressed in a red silk blouse, and a black pencil skirt, that covered from her waist to her knees, 3 maybe 4 inch pumps adorned her small feet. She was very petite.

"Avery?" She waved a pencil with a purple eraser. I really do love the color purple.

"Purple." A cracked, hollow voice said.

"Yes, Avery purple. Would you like to keep writing?" I shook my head.

"No." With that one word panic settled in, that cracked hollow voice came from me. My fear and shock must've shone through my eyes because then that petite dark haired, blue eyed woman asked me.

"Would you like to see yourself? Again?"

Again...again? How many times has this happened? I quickly nodded. I had so many questions, yet no answers to match them up to. My face must've been an open book to her, because she held a mirror facing her and said.

"Avery Shareesh Micheals. Do you know today's date? What happened? What's the last thing you remember? How old are you? What's your birth date? Do you know who I am?" I sat there thinking hoping some kind of light would go off and I'd suddenly remember it all.

" It's August 29, 2009. I don't know. Umm..i was at my boyfriend's house. I'm 18 years old, my birth date is July 24,1991. No, who are you?" The woman sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry Cherry," Cherry...cherry only dad called me that," today's date is February 9, 2014. You will be 23 this year. My name is Rebekkah Brown, aka Dr. B. You've been seeing me for the last 2 years now. You suffer from PTSD."

"No...no...no..you're wrong." I whispered mostly to myself.

"Okay calm down. Let me show you, yourself and we'll go from there, I'll answer any question you may have." I nodded. Nothing could've prepared me for what I saw. My eyes teared up, blurring the sight of myself. I wanted to cry and scream, I felt the burning in the back of my eyes and throat yet the knot in my throat made it harder to even swallow. I doubt I could've managed to whimper much the less scream.

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Hello beaUtiful Darlings,

Well as you can see this is a new story I decided to start and yes it is way different from what I have written before...please don't throw me to the wolves...please please if you liked it give it a vote and comment below if you think I should continue it, and if you'd be interested in reading it, it will be very rude awakening kind of story. This story will contain abuse mental and physical, it will speak a bit of a lots of critical topics many won't discuss or touch "with a ten foot pole", I have lived through some of what I will be sharing in this story so please don't bring your judgmental criticism, I really don't have a need for it.

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-Mona Travieza