UNBELIEVABLE

UNBELIVABLE

By: Kristy Anderson

I am not crazy I swear! Why won’t anyone help me? Leaving my room is out of the question now. All trust has left me because everyone around me has betrayed me. My family, the people who I should be able to go to for help are the ones harming me. They drug me by putting pills thats they have chopped up and turned to powder, in my food and drink. They know I have narcolepsy so with the help of their mixed-up powdery, cocktail, they know nothing will wake me.

All I do all day and night long is sit in this little pink chair and stare out my window, imagining how things once was when we used to be a normal family. I used to be happy, and fun. A real life of the party I was. Then we went broke, and I saw how evil my family really is. Money became their life, they got used to all the pleasant things, and the soft feel of the high dollar clothes.

My family will do anything for money now, even try to kill, or sell one of their own. I will not let them kill me though, instead I will just sit here in this chair and stare out the window. Now, even the quietest whisper or the sound of a dropped of a pen hitting the floor, makes me tremble, and shake in fear.

My mother wants me dead, so does my ex-boyfriend. Dad will not stand up to them, maybe he fears them too. I know yesterday, my mother poisoned my food, so I refused to eat it, she responded by smacking me in the head with the wooden stick of the broom. My ex-boyfriend, he hates me, but I do not understand why. I gave that sorry, good for nothing man every little bit of my damn time.

The neighbor lady, Jill, I seen her outside yesterday with my sister. Shen put her face close to my sister’s ear and began whispering something in her ear. I think she said that they should throw me into the trunk of the car and drive me into the lake, or something like that. These new people just moved in down the road and already they seem very strange.

Every morning I wake up feeling drunk and confused. When I wake up like that, I know they had to have snuck in my room late the night before. They hurt me in my sleep and try to make me ugly. I know they put these cuts on my arms and are the blame for the burns on my legs. Sometimes I awake in the middle of the night from someone grabbing a fist full of my long red hair and then pulling, making me scream out in pain. They will tell you i'm hallucinating, but I have seen work vans packed with women driving up and down the road late at night. I know they want me on that van and I am afraid that one day they just might put me on there too.

I pull out my once thick. red brown hair strand by strand every day, it is the only thing that helps my anxiety and PTSD. Now, I shower super-fast, just so Mom’s strange friend Dan, from down the road, does not come in and try to take me. Rumors say that Dan was looking to sell me, for a nice penny.

When I finish my shower I'm always scared to step out. Once I am finally brave enough to step out the shower, my fingers tremble and shake with nervousness as I reach out to grab the handle to the bathroom door and turn the cold metal knob.

The door's hinges creek as I peek out from the bathroom door twice before stepping out onto the cold hardwood floor in the hall and run back to my room. Once I am there I turn quickly and lock all ten locks, I have installed on the back of my white bedroom door. My room used to be so pretty. It had beautiful yellow walls, and soft beige carpet on the floor. I hated the fact that I had to tear holes in my beautiful walls, but it is the landlord’s fault. I know he has cameras in here somewhere, watching my every move.

I do not care what people say, I know I am not crazy! Hold on wait, what is that I hear? Is someone in the hall. I run to the corner of my room far away from the door in-case they have a gun. My heart is pounding, and my fingers are trembling from fear as I crouch down in the corner. Tears stream down my face.

“Please someone help me!” I scream, desperate for help.

“There is no one to help you, don’t you see. Everyone thinks you are crazy which works out perfect for me. Now open this door Temperance, do not you make me tell you again or I will break this damn door down.,” my ex-boyfriend shouted from the other side of the wall.

“No, I will not open the door. Why are you doing this? Why do ya’ll want to hurt me? Please find someone else and just leave me alone,” I cried through my sobs.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a loud bang and a click, oh no, here comes mom from a trap door in the wall. I look around and there is nowhere to run. She runs toward me fast as I squirm to get away with no luck.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be Temperance,” She hissed in a chilling evil tone.

“No, Momma, no, no, no. Just leave me alone.”

She does not listen or care. I ball up as tight as I can, it is the only think I can think to do. My arms and face are wet with tears and snot. I feel defeated, I give up. It no use in fighting no more.

She struggles but manages to snatch me quickly and carries me outside towards a blue work van. I kick and I scream with all my might, but my sister runs to my mother’s aid and helps hold my legs tight. They handcuff me and strap me down in the back of the van.

“Yea she gone sell really good. Make us all a good penny,” Dan says from the front of the van.

“I knew it you dirty son of a gun. Mom how could you do this to me? Please don’t let them take me,” I cry and plead with my mother, the lady who gave me birth and raised me.

Ignoring me Mom turned Dan to, "You have all of my money?"

"Here it is," Dan told Mom as he handed her an envelope.

Once the money was in her hand her green eyes looked right into my eyes, her very own daughter, and she smirked at me. She rubbed her pale white hand through her thick blond hair, slammed the van door in my face and walked away. They got me. It is all over now. If someone would have just believed me. If anyone would have just listened to me, then I would not be trapped and beat up in the back of this van. If just someone would have cared I would not be on the way to be trafficked right now. Only if somebody would of believed me, I maybe I wouldn't be sitting here staring out this back window.

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