Sweet Nightmares

The Touch

Sitting in a dark room without any context. Just there, nothing around just walls, bare dark walls. No door, no furniture, from as much as the eye can see just a dark and really tall ceiling, and nothingness. Just sitting there. Nothing to do but sit and stare, no one to talk to, nothing to eat or drink. Then the feeling of fingers slowly creep on the back of my neck. I jump away from the cold touch. Nothing for only a moment then the same cold fingery touch went up my legs causing me to squeak and stand. I then run to get away but the touching followed. First going to different places on my body then doing two at a time. I stop running after what seems a block in this endless dark room cause I knew the touching wasn't going to stop. It never stops no matter how far I run or how much I beg. Just gets worse. The groping and the rubbing was the worst of it all. It just was rough and when I struggled it got rougher and covered my mouth. Even if my screams and cries could have been heard, no one would help cause no one cares.

No one cares about a little white girl who is wearing shorts and a tank top, to them she was asking to be touched. Not even thinking once that it was summer and the little girl over heats. They just think that she's a begger for attention and she loves to be touched when the very thought of someone she doesn't trust freaks the poor girl out to the point she has a panic attack.

The touching gets worse and more violent as I struggle and cry. Nothing I can do but let it happen. I'm too weak to push this away, to fight for myself. I let this happen by being weak and dressing the way I do. I am nothing but a toy for someone else. That is what this endless touching torture has taught me.

You would think I would be able to escape this when I awake but you're sadly mistaken.  I am never free from the touch.