My Darkest Days
I've been ripped from my family and sequestered away, moved from one safehouse to the next. Being hunted like prey by those I once thought to be friends but turned out to be monsters in diguise. Unable to talk to family or friends, alone, abandoned, forgotten. Unable to explain to my loved ones my where about and circumstance. Nothing but journal pages to tell my story and a wet pillow case to feel my sorrows. With each new location comes a new name, a new look, Ive almost forgotten who I really am. Who is this woman in the pictures I see from years ago? It's almost hard to remember a normal life. What was freedom like? Why, as a victim, must I be the one who suffers imprisonment? For my safety? For the safety of my family? How is this fair? I want to live! I want love, I want to be loved again. I yearn to feel the touch of another human...even just a hug.