It felt real. Me dancing and singing for my two sisters and brother before they go to bed. But waking up in this cold and dark place indicates it was all dreamy land. I was just so tired - lying there staring up - looking to the dark surrounding.
God, is this my life? My future? My destiny? What has my life brought me, God? Please... please just answer me once. But just like the night - silence was my only comfort.
I guess weeks have been passing by - nothing change accept the dark and light elements, the lonely and hunted feelings. And the regular bread and milk. Old looking was the only description of where I was laying. The cold was my best friend, darkness, and silence my worst enemies.
"Wake up, wake up Woman. You stink gees. Go take a bath"! Being shake this wild should have been a crime. Hurting my hip more. While I'm a mess and cannot contain my trembling and shaking body, the rapid breath I just stood up - groaning. I just don't want to get hurt again. Escaping was not an option. I tried many things - nothing work. Wow. I'm designed to die to live horribly.
But I'm happy I got to wash all this dirt and sweat off me. I would believe that WW11 would probably not happen due to my racket smell. To be honest, this bath makes me realize that life isn't as cute as I always thought it was, and it happened and nothing I can do about it - I am already in this bad dark mess, trying to figure it out will just give me more tears and headaches. Accepting it all is the better option. But before I just give up I won't go down without a fight - a last 'try fight' will help me feel better! I mean, at least when I die or get hurt it won't matter that much due to me 'trying'.
Trying to think of all the options on how to 'try-fight' these huge, strange, and very strong people. I finally come to a conclusion.
It has been passed 6 hours making it deep in the night time, since my bath. I'm now back in my room - 'darkness being my best friend' and my little plan to survive or fight back for the last time. Was a small iron clip, I know -I hope this little fellow will help me survive!
Which I got when I took the bath and put some soap powder on it - so when I do push it in his eyes he won't be able to see me - and there...
I started making moves - they do get paranoid when I do that but they didn't come through. So I started to make some noises - they hate it just as bad - just when I wanted to stop since it feels like it doesn't affect them, the same men who HIT me the last time, come inside and let me tell you looking angry and very eager to hit me again, just what I wanted! He groans, with a loud voice shouting "B*CTH*, WHAT do you want so late at night?" and as he steps near I voluntarily push the clip and powder in his eyes, which finally work people! I was so excited and shock, that it actually worked and I did it to a person another human being!
Finally shaking the thoughts off coming back to reality, I start to run as fast as I can - I mean it was dark 'the hallways' and it is so confusing I totally forgot the way we got to this room - due to my accident that day - fainted story. While trying and bugging every door - I found. Running in the circle it feels like.
Finally stopping to catch my breath - Gee, I am such a mess, what now? I... Okay girl, don't panic. Try the last hallway, maybe there will be lucky if not HIDE OR KILL YOURSELF. Note the sarcasm. I wish this was a game or a Tv show - all a play - but it was actually - just for real. Just to realize it was a sick psycho game! I wanted to get sick again but stop myself to become weak, there must be light at the end of the tunnel. Running to take the last hallway - was soooo tiring!
My breath was rigid, my sweat was not helping me at all, my hair clinging as if they are also trying to survive. My legs and feets hurting but giving in or up now were not optional, while running and taking a right turn to the hallway away from my room I bypassed and now I'm back to it- this is just very messy guys and having a headache isn't helping- my kidnapped room.
I saw a door - a huge door - a double golden door -paranoia graphs me - as well as my mouth standing openly not ashamed to appreciate the beauty I totally run passed the first time and let me tell you - the hallway was 'beautiful', it looked rich and very powerful - as if the material can showcase their power then this would definitely win a trophy for being the definition of POWER & RICH!
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While stop running and start observing and appreciating the art of the hallway and door. I wasn't prepared for what was waiting for me on the other side.
If they say that the devil is real I would've laughed it off and definitely reply "God is real - amen".
This was terrifying! The feeling of not being free but further tangle up in a webtoon. Yep, this was it. I'm deep in a dark but bright cage. You know that feeling I get beforehand the *paranoia* this was it - this was my feeling I knew it - as tears burn to let out of his cages, but not show fear - I push it back - drawing my backhand against my nose to calm down my running nose - to the running marathon I just had and the sweat against the sweater, making it more shock of the sweat it was already carrying. Looking AHEAD, probably looking like a deer - catch by its hunter. If he was a vampire he would've picked up how fast my heart is beating, no more a beat but a psycho drumroll.
Looking at the devil himself, all I'm seeing is a 'statue of perfection', my lungs are already suffocated, questions are being questions and asking me answers as if I can help them at the moment.
As I admire the view almost falling for it especially for the position I'm in... trying to form words, wasn't helping me at all.
"Finally I got to meet you today - since our last encounter you faint - BELLA!".
WHAT IS THIS?
I blacked out again. But not seeing him smirking. Taunting me.
