Bruises everywhere I look I have one, and blood is somewhere on every piece of clothing I have. My mom took me to a yard sale which made me so happy to be outside for the first time in a long time. To make up for all the stuff she has put me through she got me a large antique chest to hide in or as she said ¨Put stuff in¨. When we arrived home, I put a book and my smallest blanket in the chest.
About two hours after that I need to hide from him, so I hopped in the chest and was surprised when I did not feel the blanket or book. All I found was a note in their place, the note read, “Very intriguing, please send something else,” I don’t understand. I guess this is the thing that will keep me from being hurt, maybe I will run away with this.
No, let's be realistic it’s probably only my mom, still trying to make up for all that has happened. She wants me to be a kid again, well I’m not. I lost that when you made me move in with him. You upturned our whole life for him, you did that for this guy, really mom? Back to the chest, it does have me interested let's see who is doing this?
So, tonight I will put an open can of soda in the chest and see if my mom gets mad at me for it. She hates when he does that, It's the only thing that he allows me to do; clean and shop. I will have to take one of his non-finished soda I'm not allowed soda. He says it's for old people like him, so is coffee, tea, beer, and hot chocolate. If he finds it, I will not be able to sit for a week, my butt will be so red that it will look like a tomato and not just that he might lock me in the box under his bed.
when I went back to the to the chest it was gone, and I found a note that said, “what do I do with this?” so, I decided to take another look at the chest. It was a dark brown wood color that reminded me of my grandma’s home, it felt like no wood I have ever felt. It was like metal that had the looks and probates of wood. The inside was black it felt like velvet and did seem to be strong to hold me. The weird thing in it was that the floor looked to be too big for it like it was rolled up on the sides. So I tried to pull it up, it did not work, I fell back against the wall so hard I knocked myself out for a good hour. I was awakened by him yelling, just out of instinct I jumped in the chest to hide.
Where am I? Is this where my soda went, this is so strange! what am I sitting on, it feels like a marshmallow or a bed of pillows. Why can’t I see? It's all black, I can’t move? No someone is holding me, I can feel his rough hands on my bare back why am I not wearing any clothes? I need to try screaming but nothing happened why? I have felt these hands before, but it can’t be him how did he get me? Mom said he would never touch me again as long as I hide when he gets mad, not just this but why can I not go through the chest as the other stuff did. what's wrong with me?
Is my mom ok? She would never let him touch me again, did he kill my mom?! If so what is he going to do to me? I wish he would just go away and leave me alone, oh my god I know this place. He has taken my mom and done something to her, she would never tell me what you would do to her. It was in this place, my mom told me to run if I felted the bed of pillows but how? I still can’t move someone help me, please!
I have gained full consciousness and now feel the straps holding me back also the tape over my mouth. Why could I not see this coming, he had been getting more aggressive with my mom in the last couple of weeks. Ok, I need to get out of here quickly, I don’t hear him in the room but he still might be so I need to be ready to run. Oh no, he is back what will he do to me?
Please no!!! Why is he touching me there? Mom told me that it was not for him, not him please not him!!! It hurt so much, mommy help me please someone help!!!! I never know how much I would miss my mom until she was gone. She was the one stopping him from doing this to me, now I know that it was her. I understand why she was so stretched with me, know that she is gone will I ever get away from him.
His lips on mine are like a rock to the water breaking through it with force. Ever since he put that in me that's all I could think of. I don't even know what it is. I was never told. Mom did not want to tell me; she thought if I did not know what it was I would never be exposed to it. I could feel the blood come as he put it in, it was so weird I don't know why my thing did that. Maybe was rejecting him like I wanted to, it was so much blood I could feel it everywhere.
When he was done doing whatever that was with me he put me back in the room and wanted me to clean it. He acted as if nothing happened, but my mom still was not here. I need her, she is what keeps me from doing something to make him mad. What if he wants to do that again? I can't let him! Never again!! What can I even do?
One week later, here he comes for me again; I need to hide. Where, I don´t know. Well, I can try to hide in the chest again, I noticed that the floor was even more loose so why not try to pull it up. As I got closer I felt a warmness never felt before, it was all over me it was burning. When I went to pull the floor up it was like a fire on my hands it hurt but could not compare to the pain he gave me.
It came up so easy I don´t know how it did not come up last time. When I looked down in the chest all I saw was endless Darkness this is my only choice I guess its time to go. As I jumped in I could see him looking down being so confused, he is finally gone. You don´t know how it feels to escape those hands, he is finally gone.
what am I sitting on, it feels like a marshmallow or a bed of pillows. I can still see I´m in a car, the man in the front is wearing all black and has a gun? He seems not to know I am back hear what will he do if he finds me? I must have made some sound because he looked back, his jaw hit the floor.
He asked ¨how did you get back there?¨
I responded ¨I don´t really know¨
