Plain L.H.☯

Found☽*

Caitlin wasn't like other girls, by that I mean she wasn't your typical teenage girl, she didn't go to school, no one liked her and she had no family.

Her mother died when she was born, the doctors tried everything but nothing worked. Her father always blamed her for the death.

Caite was abused and unfeed by her own father, her own flesh, and blood. Every time Caitlin cried, or made any sound, or attempt to scream she was blacked out from her dad with one punch. Her mother was insane, the father said it was nothing serious but if you have a perception for pills so you won't attack out of the ordinary. It sure sounds like insanity.

When Caitlin was seven she had trouble speaking, writing and reading. Then again she was never put in school when she was eleven she was assaulted by her father.

When she was thirteen she was slapped. When she was sixteen she got tied up most of her year she was locked in a cage, maybe chained to the bedpost and rope tied around her feet was a better option.

'This is why I can't love'

"You need to at least try,"

'Guys are all the same'

"No, they aren't"

Her mouth was always taped shut with duck tape, only her tears were seen and muffle screams. No one ever came in the basement, that's where he kept her, no one asked where she was, her dad told them she died with the mother, even had a grave next to her mother

That wrote

Caitlin Douglas- born 1998- death 1998

No one suspected anything, her seventeen birthday was the day she woke up in that alley two miles away from home, her seventeen birthday was today.

Caitlin woke up, she knew it was an alley, the two walls felt as if they were closing in, she was wiry from the lack of food, her eyes felt droopy as she looked up, it was nightfall. She saw a male figure, she crawled up in a ball put her eyes to her knees, wishing to be dead.

She didn't want him to hurt her, his breathing was heavy as if he ran a mile, she looked up the moonlight giving her a silhouette of him, he had blonde Hair, unlike her father with black. Blue eyes ripped skinny jeans scrawny legs and a green day shirt that had holes every now and then on it.

He offered his hand but she declined it, she couldn't trust anyone at least not yet, especially a boy. "Are you hurt?" He spoke, his voice was hoarse, she quickly shook her head "n-no" her voice was uneven, blank, quiet.

"Are you sure? How long have you been here" as he neared her she continued to walk back until she hit the wall, there was a door but it was chained up, "you're bleeding" he reached out to her face, his thumb tracing over the cut on the side of her lip.

"I'm fine" she spoke shyly looking away on the pouch that led to the door he quickly dropped his hand from her face slipping it into his jean pocket.

"Okay, so what's your name," he asked, she met his gaze once again, his eyes looked like the sky on a sunny day, maybe the beach she never saw the beach. She was lucky for the window that had bits of light.

"C-Caitlin" she spoke numbly, "Luke" he stuck out his hand she took it in hers shaking it, nobody really greeted her, when she was locked in that prison hole.

"What brings you too an..alley," he asks unsurely, she giggled "I just like alley's" she shrugged he cracked a smile that's when she noticed the deep dimples dented into his skin, "I like them" she smiled, "I'm mean I like your dimples" she laughs.

"Well I like your laugh, caite"