Scars

Chapter 1

How did I get into this? Why me? Why am I the one going through all this pain?

I hate it. I hate them. I hate the camera looking down at me twenty four-seven. How long have I been here? Hours? Days? Months? Maybe years? I don't know. I can't tell. I was left in a lifetime of darkness.

I can feel the days sinking in my stomach, I'm starving. I can feel the nights in my hands and feet, the cold sinking in to my core.

But I don't see anything, it's dark. I can't move, I'm petrified. I rack my brain for anything, anything at all. But I don't remember anything. My mind is blank and my life is fading. I almost feel the weight of the air around me. It hurts my lungs and breaks my bones. The weight is too much. It's crushing me.

I feel around, trying to clear a spot for me to lay down. My body quakes as I fall to the floor, exhausted from simply standing. My body convulses. I try my best to push the thoughts of cold out of my mind. And finally, after awhile I am able to fall into a false sleep. Imitating rest. Mocking me.

I wake up with a bang, as gun shots are fired and I can hear the bullets ricochet off the sides of the truck back. There's men shouting. Their heavy boots, rattling the ground, rattling my mind.

I huddle into the cold corner. A man with a creepy clown mask came towards me. The mask turned up into a smile. The others were wearing the same mask. Except for one, in the back. His was crying, pitying me. While everyone else was moving, he was completely still. Watching me. His head tilted to the side. Almost questioning me.

The man coming towards me grabbed my arm and threw me to the other side of the metal container. My eyes burned from the sunlight. I hit my head and the world went fuzzy. I couldn't concentrate.

"Get up! Get up!" a voice yelled. I looked up, seeing the sad masked man. It was coming from him. But it couldn't have been from him. It was all in my head. Everyone was silent.

I obeyed. I shakily got up from the ground, and the room spun.

One of the men slapped me across the face, knocking me backwards. He ripped away my blouse. Then pulling me forward, taking out his knife and shredding my pants. My shoes and socks followed, making me fall over once more.

But suddenly, everyone stopped. The man with the different mask slowly walked forward.

Surprisingly, he helped me up. He pulled me into his broad mass. His arms folded perfectly around me, he ran his hands across my bare back. His warm hands found my bra straps, immediately making them fall down my shoulders. Then he unhooked the back. Exposing me. Naked, bare me.

He folded the discarded lace, black bra and walked away. Out of the trailer.

A different man grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. Air was stolen from my lungs. I gasped for air but then the man pulled out something and covered my mouth with it. My mind fluttered in and out of consciousness but finally I gave up. And I fell into a dreamless sleep.