Wait!!!

It's a small..poem about a girl. I feel sad after writing it :( In this poem, the girl is being raped...it ends with her being broken. (This is the mother of the young girl in the young girl series)

What are you doing...
How did I get here...

Why am I...
HEY!
What do you think you're doing!
Touching me there...

Stop it!
I'll kill you!!!

There is a crack in the air; 

a sharp pain in her back, tears roll down her face as she's whipped.

Men yell, and she cries.

She tries to keep her eyes on the floor, knowing theirs nothing she can do.

Suddenly; a voice she recognizes,

It's what she thought was her best friend.

She leads the men, as they beat her,

The punches leaving her breathless, bruising her once beautiful body,

breaking her bones.

She tries to fight back, but they're just too strong...

She is soon knocked unconscious,

and the men take advantage.
Taking her virginity, 

taking her pride.

Still, the one who she thought was her best friend giggles.

She wonders why.

She yells at her, 

To which she responds:
"What, did you think I'd actually be friends with the likes of you?, you're nothing more then a toy; that's all you ever were."

Voices echo the words in her head,

she doesn't want to be here anymore.

Sadness, Loneliness, and pain were all she felt. 

The only thing that was going through her head was the question "Why?!"

Leave me alone...

I don't want to be here anymore.
Just stop it...

stop it!
STOP IT!

There is a crack in the air; 

a sharp pain in her back, tears roll down her face as she's whipped.

Men yell, and she cries,

She doesn't want to be here anymore;

She whines.

She doesn't like it here, she's only 10.

She doesn't know what she had done to deserve this...

To deserve to be betrayed.

She had seen her mother,

On a blood soaked bed;

a knife through her heart.

She had cried, and the men had laughed at her.

Even the one who she thought was her best friend...

They even brought mommy's blood soaked body, 

I had cried her name, cried for her to wake up...

But she never did, I was alone...

Completely alone...

I looked at mommy again, but then...another sharp pain.

It seemed to be the only thing still in existent,

the pain, the fear.

Suddenly, her former best friend came closer.

I looked up at her, tears soaking my face. 

She giggled, asking me how I felt,

I asked her why she was doing this too me.

But she just kicked my face, and yelled at me...

Telling me that I don't deserve to speak to her, that I'm unworthy...

Kill me...
Please just kill me.

Please...

No! No more!
I beg you, please stop!
Oh no...I can't think anymore...

Ten months had past since I first got here,

The men had gotten more and more extreme...

I was missing my hands, but they stopped me from dying.

They had blinded me,

They had done unspeakable deeds...

They had broken me. 

Fresh cuts spilled my blood on the ground.

I had long since given up any hope of struggling.

They had gotten me pregnant, and then took the baby as I gave birth.

I never got to see it...already blinded,

I was only fed enough to keep me alive, and it was a miracle that the baby had been born...

A miracle that was a curse.

I knew the baby wouldn't be able to escape...

The baby would be broken, just like me...

I couldn't struggle anymore, I would just beg for them to kill me. 

But no madder how much I begged, 

how much I pleaded,

they wouldn't let me die.

They wouldn't kill me...

Master...please don't leave me.

Beat me, rape me, hate me...
Just don't leave me.

Oh no...

Don't leave...

Master?

Master..? Are you here...?

MASTER....? 

Two days ago they took me out...

Told me to escape,

But I realized that I had nowhere too go...

The voices in my head had long since taken over.

I was used to it, it was all I knew.

I had almost come to like it, in a way.

It didn't hurt even more, 

even when they beat me, it would only hurt for a second...

But two days later they were packing up, I could hear it.

The babies cries filled the room, 

I tried to follow them but they pushed me back.

Kicked me, punched me, and left me unconscious,

When I woke up I called, I begged for them,

But there was no answer...

I cried, I wailed, I wandered around and looked for them.

But I never found them...

Why...why did he leave me..?

Was I that useless..?

Am I that pathetic that he doesn't need me..?

Why did he turn me into this?
Now I'm alone...

I can't survive like this...

The poor girl, with tears in her eyes, she never found her way out of the house.

She died soon after. 

Starvation, and infection of her wounds claimed her life.

This was the mother of the young girl, she actually had triplets. 3 young children. Two girls, and a boy. One of the girls, and the boy, joined the captives in the torture.

The baby was taken from those people, and would be the "Young girl" of the Young girl Series of poems.

(The girl died a couple days later, from her wounds and starvation)

(This will probably be revised)

Author's Note

Mm...Please tell me what you think, I thought about this for quite a hile.

Reviews

[Enigma]

Horrific. Will occupy my mind for a long time.

[CaptainWak]

I'm not really good with words, so I'll just leave it like this. What we have here is a very real horror story caught with words. Very deep and profound.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Bunnycorn.

An excellent beginning if you are going to revise. I like the emotion being scene, but you aren't visualizing the scene itself...granted maybe only I would enjoy the detail...

I think by itself it does tell of a story of a girl destroyed....her psychie being damaged and her life becoming that of a toy...not able to care for herself...

Another suggestion if you revise...Show a time lapse show her emotions of the time she is taking...show acceptance,....to need....to loss...to death...Again just suggestions.

Well done my friend.

Always,

Matthew

[Bunnycorn]

Captain Wak is on! :O!!!

[CaptainWak]

Hrm... To think that this really happens to people...