Back into the Dark

The Picth Black Room

         I'm in a pitch black room, where I couldn't tell you. The smell of blood and sweat fills the room and I think I'm going to puke.

           "Hello Darling," a voice says from behind me.

            "Who are you, Where am I," no reply. I say it once more, but loader, "Who are you, Where am I." Still no answer, "Who are you!?" I yell, tears fall down my cheeks onto the cold, hard ground. "Where am I!?" I scream, "Answer me." I start to roll up into a tight, tiny ball. Trying to make myself invisible, from the overwhelming amount of fear seeping into the deepest parts of my mind, into my worst memories and my darkest regrets.

            "Why do you cry sis," he says. I notice his voice, it's my brother.

            "Leave me alone, I hate you, just get away from me," I yell at him. He doesn't listen.

            "Why do you say these things," he says in a calm voice and slowly walks towards me.

            "You know what you did," I say, but unlike him in a shaky voice. I'm afraid, I wish I could run, get away from him, from this place, from everything.

            "If your so, brave say it," he spits in my face. I have to say it or he might do it again. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. "I thought so" he spits in my face again.

            "That's it I'm sick of you treating me like a dirt bag, and guess what I'm not afraid to say it" I yell back. He turns around.

            "Say it then," he smirks, "Dirt bag."

            "You raped me" I spit. He looks shocked "Didn't think I would acutely say it, did you." I stand up, "Now who's speechless jerk." He gets angry.

            "Wow, sis I didn't think you could,I guess I'll leave you alone now." He turns around, "Or maybe not." He turns around and punches me, hard, right in the gut. I scream and blood spits out of my mouth onto his shirt. "You, got my favorite shirt stained," smirks and then punches me in my face, knocking me down. I scream full of pain.

             "Why, I said it. What would mom say." I whisper in pain.

             "Mom would thank me, Dirt bag," he laughs. He grabs my face, "Not bruised enough." He stands up strait and kicks me in my face, so hard he broke my nose. The room fills with my screams filled agonizing with pain.

                                              I wake up

                                      It was just a dream