749km Away From Home

The Journals

It's not every day I'm awake by an tiny asain lady who takes care of me but also refuses to speak to me about anything else except taking care of me.

I really wanted to hate this woman but she had a innocence to her that just made it so hard to do so.

Sigh.

"Good morning to you too" I grunted, rubbing my eyes as she stopped at side of the bed looking down on me.
I rolled my eyes.
Looking at the clock I saw it was 1:33.

What the hell? How'd I sleep so long!?

I laid in bed a bit more looking up at the asain lady clearly making her uncomfortable.

She sighed.

"You need get up now and you need eat." She said , moving away from my bed.
"I'm not hungry" ,I lied.
I hadn't eaten before because of how nauseous I was feeling but that nauseousness had passed and I was actually starving.

She sighed again which made me smile.I was clearly frustrating this woman.

I got up from the bed and took the bottled water from the tray.
I opened it and took a sip that burned as it made its way down my empty stomach. "If I tell you my name... You eat? " ,She asked looking at her feet.

Hmmmmmmm.

"Sure" I said. "Maya" ,she responded looking at me briefly.
I don't know why but hearing her say hey name made me tear up a bit.

"It's a very pretty name, my name is Pheobe. Most people call me Bee for short." I told her and for the first time since I've seen her, she smiled.... Only for a few seconds then her smile vanished and she returned to her weird neutral self saying , "Eat..."

And I did.

I sat down on the table and started eating the sandwich that was on the tray, once I was a couple bites in she told me to get ready by four and that she'll back to do my make-up by 3:44.
The fear inside me started to take over but I convinced myself that when 4 comes I'll be able to talk or even pity myself out of whatever came.

Sigh.

It was only 2:14 when I had finally finished eating the sandwich and fruits from the tray and I knew it was way too early to shower in time for 4 so I picked up one of the books.
It had no name on the front, opening it I realised why.
It wasn't a novel. It was a journal. It belonged to a girl named Lauren.
Intrigued I starting reading.

It read :

"After a week or so I realised I'd go crazy if I didn't put my thoughts somewhere so I decided to start writing for the sake of my own sanity. It's only been a week but it feels like an eternity in hell. From the night that I was brought here until less than an hour ago .... my body has been violated by merciless men one after the next. A new one every day or nite.  My body wasn't built for this, every part of me ached and I've been drugged more times than I can count so much so that I don't even know myself most times and when I do know myself I wish I didn't because the only reason I'm not drugged it's because the men want me to be resistant, they want to put up a fight so they'd see the fear in my eyes and hear me scream in pain and beg them to stop. No matter how many times it happens to me I'm never prepared. Every time is as scary, disgusting and heart wrenching as the first. It's a never ending cycle of waking up, being ordered to shower , dressing up in the sluttiest clothes, being drugged and waiting.... Waiting to be taken advantage of by monstrous men who pay to violate my body. By the time they're done the drugs start wearing off and I remember everything . I'd throw up or I'd just feel filthy and disgusted by myself so I'd go in the shower and try to wash them off my body but no matter how hard I scrub I still feel dirty and contaminated. I'd get out the shower and cry myself to sleep. I keep waiting to wake up from this awful nightmare but I never do...."