27 December 2012
"Are you okay?" No! the weak voice screams. My lips form the word. I want to say no. No no no no no no no. I haven't been okay for a long time.
The cold hands tighten around my throat, squeezing. "Don't you dare tell," The voice is overpowering. I press my lips together. My heart races. I can't breath, I can't move.
"I'm fine," I choke out, smiling. You just nod and walk away.
Can you not see? The little girl in my eyes disappeared. She was replaced by something big, scary. Didn't you hear my pleading cry? I yelled for you until my throat bled. Didn't you care? I have bruises, cuts, I don't eat. Are you too busy to notice?
The hands loosen as you walk away. "Good girl," Ana whispers. "My good girl."
Of course, Ana. You're mine, my little secret.
Opuss № I