I come to my senses before the RV hits me. I jump off the the side and scrape my already bloody and probably broken arms. More blood flows from the gash in my forearm. Brakes squeal to my left and I know that the RV stops.
Echoing footsteps and the sound of voices surround me. I try to turning the general direction of the sound but it seems like it's coming from all around me.
"Are you okay?"
"Where did you come from?"
"Do you know your name?"
I blink trying to get my vision to focus one of the many blurry shapes in front of me. My eyes burn and I can feel the tears streaming down my face. When did I start crying? Since when do I cry?
"Get her in the trailer. We need to get her the hospital." someone says.
Obviously a man. Strong arms lift me off the ground, this scares me and I thrash around a bit.
They can't take me! Not again!
"It's okay. We're gonna help you." Says another man.
Who are these people? Are they really going to help me? What's at the hospital that I need? I have all these questions but I don't have a voice to ask them. A door opens and closes. The RV starts moving again.
"Zak, get the milk and a towel that looks like tear gas in her eyes. Dakota, get the first aid kit." the first man says.
Footsteps echo off to my right.
"Dakota! The First Aid Kit!" the same man says.
"Hey. What's your name?" Someone asks me.
My name? What kind of question is that? They don't know who I am.
They don't need to know who I am.
I consider lying, but my mouth blurts my name out without my brain's approval.
"Faith." I croak.
God my throat is so dry. I lick my lips to try and keep them moist. I faintly hear someone getting water.
"Faith? Where are you from?" Man One says.
"Portland, I think, I don't remember." I say.
Shut up! Why are you telling them these thing?!
"Faith. What's your last name?" Man # 2 asks me.
"Wilshire." I reply.
MY GOD YOU ARE STUPID!
The two people who left come back.
"Here. Let's work on her face for now." One says.
I'm grabbed by the arms very suddenly. I scream and thrash telling them to let me go.
DON'T LET THEM TAKE YOU! THEY'RE ONLY GOING TO HURT YOU!
"Hey! Hey! Hey! It's okay we're gonna take you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up okay?" Man #1 says calmly, "Me and Jay are gonna help you up okay?"
Keep your guard up, fight back if you gotta.
Reluctantly, I let them help me up and lead me into a smaller room by the sound of it. They sit me in a thing and pour something cold over my eyes. It's milk. It gets in my nose and I start to choke a little trying to blow it out.
"Stop, your nose is bleeding." Says Man #1
I sit still for a minute and they have me hold a towel under my nose to catch the blood. Then, they start washing the dirt off my face. Soon, my face is clean and my hair has been pulled back into a very, very bad braid. They didn't bother giving me new clothes because the hospital was a couple streets away. I still can't see very well but my vision is clearing up. Wrapped in a towel and shivering I patiently wait to arrive at the hospital.
They aren't taking you to a hospital, they're taking you to your death. You aren't going to make it out of here alive!
You really must be stupid to think they'll help you.
I silently tell my thoughts to quiet themselves. I can't seem to calm down. They're only going to hurt me. Just follow what they say and they won't touch you. They can't hurt you if you do as they say.
I inhale sharply. The first man places his hand on my shoulder. I flinch at his touch but remain relatively still as not to anger him.
"You're going to be okay." Man #2 says
No you won't.
I just nod and wait to arrive at the hospital.
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Just Have Faith {COMPLETED}
FanfictionAll her life, Faith has had it rough. Her parents died in a car crash when she was ten, her uncle and aunt abused her for six years, then she was kidnapped and held captive for over a year. When she finally manages to escape the hell she was living...
