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Let it Go
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
10:07pm - Don't
Don't move. Stay still. Don't talk. No sounds. Too quiet, then flashes blinding my eyes. Why can't I see? What's going on? Ryan leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Casey, what would he think?" The world shattered.
I woke up drenched in sweat, screaming so loud to not let him know. He knew I was gone. Don't let him know this. Not what I'm doing. I could never face him again. Sara jumped and rushed over to me. It was just a nightmare. I'm okay. Really.
Noises down the stairs. They heard. "What's going on?" Brad. This wouldn't be good. Where was Ryan? Sara looked at him. "Nightmare." His eyes bore into mine as my breath had stopped in my throat, waiting for another good beating. He wouldn't hurt me. No, he would torture me.
Suddenly, he left. Don't say anything. Don't ask any questions. Keep walking away until he finally disappears. Safe, if only for sometime. I laid back down, intent on going back to sleep. The cold air knocking my bones as my legs shivered, a mixture of warm sweat with the breeze. My eyes closed again. Darkness taking over.
"Sara, Kyles, get up." A bit cranky, I sat up, swinging my legs over to the side, my feet touching the freezing concrete below. Go away. Thankfully he didn't hear that, or he just didn't choose to acknowledge it. I needed a shower. That dream made me feel dirty, but little did I know that that was clean compared to what was going to happen later in the day.
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
6:28am - Ignite
I'm awake. Officially awake. 21 minutes early. Maybe now I can finish what I needed to write in you before. After this, I'll let it go.
That day, around 7 that evening I think, Ryan took me upstairs with him and into his room. I thought that maybe he just wanted to talk to me about something, but he had other things in mind. I realized that when I saw the fire burning in his eyes. Where did it come from? I don't remember doing anything wrong at all. His hand reached up and back handed me across the face. I fell hard on the floor, hitting my head against his bed. I kept my gaze down not daring to look up only to ignite him more.
Rushing pain in my head as he pulled me up by my hair. Suddenly my clothes were completely ripped off of me. I thought that that wasn't too bad. If he was only going to take me to vent out his frustration, I could handle that. I was wrong. Very wrong. I kept looking down. His hands forcefully turned me around and I was pushed on my stomach, lying on the bed, my hands catching the fall, bracing me from crashing down. I heard a drawer opening. My mind racing wondering what he was doing or what could be in that drawer. The answer came when I finally screamed, a pain based in just one area. A board perhaps? A wooden paddle? Whichever, he was hitting me with it and hard. I kept asking myself what I did. Nothing to be punished like this. It lasted for what seemed like forever. He stopped. Was it over? Far away from the end.
He turned me over, my back then falling against the comforter. Tears in my eyes, still averted. His hand reached into a pocket of his pants. NO. PLEASE DON'T! My mind shouting, but he couldn't hear it. My voice was locked and nothing would come out. That knife. That was Brad's knife. I was going to die. He was really going to kill me.
Blood play. Soft little lines drawn over my skin. Light red marks, shimmering in the light. Maybe he turned into a vampire. His head went down and his tongue graced over my skin then his mouth touching mine, the organ inside slipping in. Kissing then down my chin, onto my neck. A small bite on the side. I'm a vampire now too. I need blood. I thirst for it. His blood. Make him bleed.
My hands reached out and I marked his skin as my nails touched and dug in, claws scraping making deep scratches, uneven, ragged. Now, the thrill of the hunt. It served to make him more severe.
He rose up off of me, and then reaching under the bed, grabbed a chain. He took my arm and tied it securely around both of my wrists. What was he doing now? I was turned back over on my stomach and the chain was long enough to wrap around the top of my back as well. My arms were pulled. Pain from the stretch. I was just scared.
I was used to what would happen next, but I never did like it. It didn't happen often, but I always prayed for it to stop the moment it started. My head was pushed roughly into the bed, I knew not to move it even though my breath was becoming short through the material. I thought I heard him undressing and the moment the pain shot through my spine, I knew I was right. Thrusting in and out, my teeth biting hard on my bottom lip, determined not to cry out. How long it lasted I have no idea. I passed out during it.
Body going into shock, I woke up in a tub of water, freezing like the water was run fully on cold, the knob on the hot, never moving at all. My body was blue, my fingernails purple. The water was partially red. My head suddenly ducked under, a force so heavy that I couldn't raise back up. My lungs were coming short of air. I'm struggling to breathe and finally the air I need to live went through my nostrils and filled my lungs again. No time to even catch it before I'm forced under the water again. Thrashing to come back to the top. The longer I struggled, the longer I was kept under. What was holding me down? I stopped and laid still. The force disappeared. Time enough for my head to turn to see the hand and it's owner.
Ryan helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a warm, fluffy towel. I was told to stay as he left the room, towel wrapped around my body, still shivering, trying to heat up. Time passes and the door opens again. I see him carrying underwear, a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. He dried me off and helped me get dressed. I remembered the day just not too long ago when a scene just liked this played out.
The sweatshirt being placed over my head was such a warm feeling. I just wanted to melt into it, but there was no time for that as I was led back into his room and shown the blankets on his bed. Blood. My blood. I was handed a bottle of shampoo and a cloth. There was already a small bowl of cold water sitting on the nightstand. I figured he wanted me to wash the blood out, so I started praying that it wasn't a trick for him to do more. He just stood there and watched.
When I was finished, he made me put the items back where they should be, the cloth going in the hamper. His hand reached out into my hair as he dragged me back down the stairs and threw me on the concrete floor. I tried to stand up to follow him, but he pushed me back down to my knees. My kness which were scraped from the fall. I crawled to my cell and he let me in. Facing the wall, I sat back on my knees until the door was closed and locked.
Sara's eyes turned to me as I lifted myself onto the cot to rest for a while. She didn't say a word. Thank you. I needed the quiet.
The next day after I ate, I asked Ryan if I could go to the bathroom. He said I could. I bent on my knees and leaned over the toilet. My fingers down my throat, watching it all come back up.
10:07pm - Don't
Don't move. Stay still. Don't talk. No sounds. Too quiet, then flashes blinding my eyes. Why can't I see? What's going on? Ryan leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Casey, what would he think?" The world shattered.
I woke up drenched in sweat, screaming so loud to not let him know. He knew I was gone. Don't let him know this. Not what I'm doing. I could never face him again. Sara jumped and rushed over to me. It was just a nightmare. I'm okay. Really.
Noises down the stairs. They heard. "What's going on?" Brad. This wouldn't be good. Where was Ryan? Sara looked at him. "Nightmare." His eyes bore into mine as my breath had stopped in my throat, waiting for another good beating. He wouldn't hurt me. No, he would torture me.
Suddenly, he left. Don't say anything. Don't ask any questions. Keep walking away until he finally disappears. Safe, if only for sometime. I laid back down, intent on going back to sleep. The cold air knocking my bones as my legs shivered, a mixture of warm sweat with the breeze. My eyes closed again. Darkness taking over.
"Sara, Kyles, get up." A bit cranky, I sat up, swinging my legs over to the side, my feet touching the freezing concrete below. Go away. Thankfully he didn't hear that, or he just didn't choose to acknowledge it. I needed a shower. That dream made me feel dirty, but little did I know that that was clean compared to what was going to happen later in the day.
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
6:28am - Ignite
I'm awake. Officially awake. 21 minutes early. Maybe now I can finish what I needed to write in you before. After this, I'll let it go.
That day, around 7 that evening I think, Ryan took me upstairs with him and into his room. I thought that maybe he just wanted to talk to me about something, but he had other things in mind. I realized that when I saw the fire burning in his eyes. Where did it come from? I don't remember doing anything wrong at all. His hand reached up and back handed me across the face. I fell hard on the floor, hitting my head against his bed. I kept my gaze down not daring to look up only to ignite him more.
Rushing pain in my head as he pulled me up by my hair. Suddenly my clothes were completely ripped off of me. I thought that that wasn't too bad. If he was only going to take me to vent out his frustration, I could handle that. I was wrong. Very wrong. I kept looking down. His hands forcefully turned me around and I was pushed on my stomach, lying on the bed, my hands catching the fall, bracing me from crashing down. I heard a drawer opening. My mind racing wondering what he was doing or what could be in that drawer. The answer came when I finally screamed, a pain based in just one area. A board perhaps? A wooden paddle? Whichever, he was hitting me with it and hard. I kept asking myself what I did. Nothing to be punished like this. It lasted for what seemed like forever. He stopped. Was it over? Far away from the end.
He turned me over, my back then falling against the comforter. Tears in my eyes, still averted. His hand reached into a pocket of his pants. NO. PLEASE DON'T! My mind shouting, but he couldn't hear it. My voice was locked and nothing would come out. That knife. That was Brad's knife. I was going to die. He was really going to kill me.
Blood play. Soft little lines drawn over my skin. Light red marks, shimmering in the light. Maybe he turned into a vampire. His head went down and his tongue graced over my skin then his mouth touching mine, the organ inside slipping in. Kissing then down my chin, onto my neck. A small bite on the side. I'm a vampire now too. I need blood. I thirst for it. His blood. Make him bleed.
My hands reached out and I marked his skin as my nails touched and dug in, claws scraping making deep scratches, uneven, ragged. Now, the thrill of the hunt. It served to make him more severe.
He rose up off of me, and then reaching under the bed, grabbed a chain. He took my arm and tied it securely around both of my wrists. What was he doing now? I was turned back over on my stomach and the chain was long enough to wrap around the top of my back as well. My arms were pulled. Pain from the stretch. I was just scared.
I was used to what would happen next, but I never did like it. It didn't happen often, but I always prayed for it to stop the moment it started. My head was pushed roughly into the bed, I knew not to move it even though my breath was becoming short through the material. I thought I heard him undressing and the moment the pain shot through my spine, I knew I was right. Thrusting in and out, my teeth biting hard on my bottom lip, determined not to cry out. How long it lasted I have no idea. I passed out during it.
Body going into shock, I woke up in a tub of water, freezing like the water was run fully on cold, the knob on the hot, never moving at all. My body was blue, my fingernails purple. The water was partially red. My head suddenly ducked under, a force so heavy that I couldn't raise back up. My lungs were coming short of air. I'm struggling to breathe and finally the air I need to live went through my nostrils and filled my lungs again. No time to even catch it before I'm forced under the water again. Thrashing to come back to the top. The longer I struggled, the longer I was kept under. What was holding me down? I stopped and laid still. The force disappeared. Time enough for my head to turn to see the hand and it's owner.
Ryan helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a warm, fluffy towel. I was told to stay as he left the room, towel wrapped around my body, still shivering, trying to heat up. Time passes and the door opens again. I see him carrying underwear, a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. He dried me off and helped me get dressed. I remembered the day just not too long ago when a scene just liked this played out.
The sweatshirt being placed over my head was such a warm feeling. I just wanted to melt into it, but there was no time for that as I was led back into his room and shown the blankets on his bed. Blood. My blood. I was handed a bottle of shampoo and a cloth. There was already a small bowl of cold water sitting on the nightstand. I figured he wanted me to wash the blood out, so I started praying that it wasn't a trick for him to do more. He just stood there and watched.
When I was finished, he made me put the items back where they should be, the cloth going in the hamper. His hand reached out into my hair as he dragged me back down the stairs and threw me on the concrete floor. I tried to stand up to follow him, but he pushed me back down to my knees. My kness which were scraped from the fall. I crawled to my cell and he let me in. Facing the wall, I sat back on my knees until the door was closed and locked.
Sara's eyes turned to me as I lifted myself onto the cot to rest for a while. She didn't say a word. Thank you. I needed the quiet.
The next day after I ate, I asked Ryan if I could go to the bathroom. He said I could. I bent on my knees and leaned over the toilet. My fingers down my throat, watching it all come back up.