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            The silk sheets I am laying on are taboo. It is my first night back. The nightstand next to me is pale pink. According to woman I picked out when i was 6. But I wouldn't remember. I don't remember anything before the cabin. Before i was abducted, tortured, raped, and beaten, but now that was all over. Now I live with the man, woman, and son I believe they called him Christopher. Everyone tells me I belong with them that they are my real parents and the boy is my older brother, but they also tell me I'm safe, that they can't hurt me no more, but that doesn't stop the nightmares from plauging my dreams every night. 
             When I looked over I see its 5:00 in the morning great I  wasn't going to get any sleep tonight but I knew I wouldn't the only time I ever got sleep was in the hospital with the police outside my door. They were there a lot, the man and the woman, I was lucky if they ever left my side but on occasion they did leave to let me rest and the boy , Christopher, was there often too.  
              When I got up I went to the door of the pale dresser that matched the nightstand one the middle door there were shirts bought for me by the woman bought me. All of them were just a little bit too big because she bought jrs extra small and due to year of malneutrition none of them fit. I picked out a pale blue long sleeve shirt that covers up the scars.  
                As I descended the stairs there was a creaking sound and I started to panic holding that I wouldn't wake them up. I paused a for a few seconds till I established that they were all asleep. When I got to the bottom I finally started to notice all of the details. There was a couch next to the bay window over looking the street. Outside people were nowhere to be found. The walls were red and a light brown like the color of coffee with cream. The room smelled of cinnamon and apples. To my right was a fire place,sitting on its brick mantel were photos. There were a couple of the boy in various stages in his life and then there was a couple of a girl. She looked around 5 or 6 in the photos of her. There was one of her with a little boy around her at that was not the one upstairs. As I looked more carefully I realized that something looked really familiar and that's when I realized that little girl is me, correction, was me because now that girl is long gone and she will never come back.  
   
   
   Text: The silent112 All rights reserved. Publication Date: December 29th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-thesilent112