Tales Of A Traded Little Girl… Part 2

As the foot steps get closer and closer

Her sobs become louder and louder
She can hardly contain her terror as her heart beats hard and fast
She feels as though it will beat right out of her chest
The big scary man with a wicked scar on his face walks by her court, stops for a second
Then he grabs the other girl right next to her
And she sighs a small prayer of gratitude and relief
He pulls the other girl by her hair on the dirty freezing floor
As she screams, yells, kicks and even tries to bite, but the man is just too vicious and much stronger than her
He stops and slaps her across the face but the girl is too hysterical
He rams his foot into her ribs and she whimpers in soft, painful almost non existent tones which finally die out as she loses consciousness
He makes a rough, ugly croak like sound which is supposed to be a laugh 
Then puts her dead weight on his shoulders and yells at the rest of them to keep quiet..
He slams the door behind him and she finally breaks down into tears
Thinking of all the things the ugly scarface will do to the other girl
Just as she is trying to relax the man strides in again
Walking fast towards her, then jams a metal object into her arm
As she sinks into a world of dreams,nightmares and wishful thinking
She silently says another prayer, as she is always glad to get the needle with the weird fluid
Because it takes her into the dream world, were she can run free with her puppy in the wild flower garden and be happy
Her last thought is her mother baking the ginger bread man for Chritmas
Then darkness consumes her thoughts…
To be continued….
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22 thoughts on “Tales Of A Traded Little Girl… Part 2

  1. This writing makes me feel like I am the girl – I feel he fear. It is even worse because its the potential of what could happen in the future as well as what is actually going on. I find it interesting that we can all (assumption here) relate to the experience of fear – presumably based on times when we have been frightened or terrified ourselves. Just check your spelling of “contentiousness”, think it should be ‘consciousness’.

  2. Can’t wait to see what will happen next! Do let me know when you post the continuation!

    I hope the little girl will escape, though with such treatment she won’t escape the nightmares even safe and sound at home …

  3. You would be absolutely shocked at just how many women here in America are being caught – apprehended {arrested} and convicted of seducing and sleeping with underage boys. Unfortunately child molestation isn’t restricted to just one gender.

    • yeah i know, i always see that on the news, its very true, even young boys go through it, its just that i wanted to show it from the perspective of a young girl..

  4. Broken Sparkles :
    Can’t wait to see what will happen next! Do let me know when you post the continuation!
    I hope the little girl will escape, though with such treatment she won’t escape the nightmares even safe and sound at home …

    Unfortunately escape isn’t always possible {I learned that as a child myself} and as with death the best one can hope for is to learn how to live with it and hopefully minimize the damage.

    • Thats very true, even if they thought they escaped, they will always have to deal with the nightmares and the memories of being there and having all those horrible things happen to them..

  5. Actually your poem is well written and does an excellent job of showing the Little Girls perspective which is something that a psychopathic predator never sees {because they have the ability to turn off their empathy for others and/or justify their actions} so that the pain they cause others gives them pleasure – makes them feel alive and/or satisfies the need for justice in the case of revenge.

    Unfortunately -“the nightmares and the memories of being there and having all those horrible things happen to them..”- is the price one pays for survival by someone who has been brutalized by such a person. Of this I know all too well from my own personal experience which is also reflected in my poetry.

    • wooowww… you said it so perfectly…and i’m so sorry you had to go through something so sad and terrible..but it helped you become the strong and creative genius you are today..:-)

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