Blood and Sweat!

Thats what I smelled, mostly.

Blood everywhere around me and then the scent of mint filling my nostrils. I finally open my eyes afraid of what I might find. A narrow-faced man with worried eyes. A search full look, the kind filled with pity. I was in shock and attempted to scream but my throat was to dry from the lack of water.

"Its gonna be okay, honey"

Thats all I heard until two rough arms grabbed me from behind , pulling me away from the black basement. My home for the past twelve years.

My home no longer.

I could tell the men were taking me away. My assumption was police officers but I was soon to find out that they were firefighters. I never wanted this to happen honestly, I was content with the basement. It was my normal. I know that the men were gone. The ones with the crooked teeth and jagged smirks. I had hoped it was painful. It abs been about an hour since the people broke in, but it had ended as soon as it started. As we got outside I breathed in the one thing I hadn’t had in twelve years, fresh night air. The hands had stopped pulling me. It was raining but I hadn’t realized until then over all the chaos. The wet droplets falling onto my face, the salty water that trickeled onto my lips and into my mouth. It had all felt new to me, but for some reason I was scared! I hadnt done anything wrong but I was scared. Scared that it was all fake and I was dreaming, that I would wake up at any moment and feel a body on top of me like always. I was scared that even though I was free from the basement that they would find me, and that proved to be true soon enough! I hadn’t been awake for more than about three hours it seemed but the men with the rough hands said that they had been there since morning. What would I know though since I always see dark.

“She’s in shock”, a ragged voice said.

All I could think was who is this man that says I’m in shock but doesn’t know what I’m feeling. I didn’t understand how people could tell what someone felt or was going to do from there face, but I had experienced it many times. Like when the men came down to the basement and smiled and I had known what was going to happen, or how Michael had come downstairs every ten minutes to make sure I was still conscious. I had known what they were thinking but I could never understand what they felt. I could never understand how they had felt that treating a little girl like this was ok. But money was involved and those men would do anything for money.

“They’ve made a mess of her, good thing we got her. They parents seemed to be dead for a while, they were rotten”

The body belonging to the first voice rubbed my shoulder and caused me to yelp. I had a memory when my mother rubbed my shoulders when I was sad and sang lullaby’s to me. It had been I while since then. I had started to cry my emotions got the best of me and I just cried. I think I had fallen asleep because when I woke up I was in a hospital!