there was a girl at 8 years old...who was taken away from her family and friends...mistreated...abused...
hurt in ways she was never prepared for...2 long years later...she learned to smile...if she did what she
was told...she wouldnt be hurt any more...they told her to stay still...and that needle penetrated her
veins...she felt warm...she felt relaxed...she felt that she could dream the pain away...this isnt who she
is...this isnt what she wanted...but she has to stay strong...no matter what...theres always hope for
tomarrow...the next day will come...her nightmare became a dream...the pain is no longer there...one day
she would wake up and it will all disappear...years go by and she woke up...this is no longer painful...
the pleasure tells her everythings ok...its no longer a dream...its just her life...a life she can learn
to love...they no longer hurt her...they have become a friendly face...they are the reason why she still
feels good most of the time...then when the day is over...she falls asleep...
there was a man...who went to the station...to talk to the chief...he had money...and a story...that he
knew the chief wouldnt pass up...told the story of the girl...and how he wanted to save her...he pulled
out a check...and slid it to the chief...with wide eyes and shock...he graciously accepted...to help this
young man ...to help find this girl...they went over the game plan...they bugged his car and person...so
there he is...leavin the station...he went to the hotel...where he was stayin...a big room...nice sheets...
one candle...but there was a bag...at the end of the bed...he opened it...and there was $5,000 in cash...
and 2 mp3 players in it...along was a letter...that told of family that loves...and a life she never knew
existed...a beautiful letter...and it told of it all belonging to her...
there she is...trusted over the years...to be left unattended...shes 13 now...and became a desireable
woman...in her eyes thats what made her feel better...she stood on the corner...and waited...the women
would treat her like a sister...a sister that they were protective of...and watch over her...
he waited long hours...and kept in contact with the team...he drove in his really nice car...as black as
the night he was driving in...he pulled up to her...he handed her 5 $100 bills...and they exchange comforting
words...and she trusted how good it felt...she got in and they pulled off...he asked her to find music in the
computer...tryin to find out her style...and how she was raised...he would talk subliminally...about love...
about family...she thought he meant her sisters...they drove up to the expensive hotel...he took her to the
room...she was astonished...he said that bag at the end of the bed...it is yours...he kissed her on her
forehead...and said he was sorry...there was a knock at the door...and he opened it...the cops were nice when
they took her away...and as she was leavin...he said he would see her again...the cops said that he wouldnt...
and they slipped away...
now shes in protective custody...and a program for troubled teens...she walks in the door...and finds other
girls and boys around her age...later she would find they had similar stories...not unlike her own...she
thought all of the time...mostly about the man who wrecked her whole life...and loved him for it...she had to
go to her room...she was sweating...and vomiting...in so much pain...she was detoxing...she was purging
herself...and it seemed it would never end...she craved that needle...every fiber of her being craved it...
she looked at the letter...and tried to read it...but she couldnt...it mentioned alot about light...and
walls...and understanding what it means to be in pain...it said he loved her...little by little she finished
it...at the end of the letter...she knew that this man...was the family he wrote about...and the girl?...she
still couldnt believe it was her...she got violently angry... and threw the letter away...the bag was gone...
along with the money in it...but she was still able to keep the mp3 players...the reason there was 2 of them...
she found out...it was so she could always listen...when the other is charging...she found artists of all types
of genres...it was the same music she had the choices to pick from...while in that car ride to hell...she
loved every single one...she found a playlist...moon's love and pain...she clicked it...and this is that playlist
she listened to...
when she turned 16...still listening to the mp3's music...she read that crumpled up letter again...and then she
got that phone call...that someone wanted to say hi...and as she spoke...she heard him cry...ive missed u...all
this time...and now i am to take you home...i love you girl...and you better know it...i will not leave you
again...
now shes 17...its her birthday...and she has a light in her eyes...one she never had before...she finally found a
boyfriend...one her dad approved of...they were a happy young couple...and she would tell her dad everything...
she trusted him with her problems...more than anyone else...and when she went to sleep that night...she thought
about her boyfriend...and the night they shared together...she put in that old mp3 player...listened to that
playlist...and closed her eyes and cried...that night she slept with the earphones in...and woke up with a whole
new shine...that light grew into a smile...and she whispered...i love you father...