Post by zelda kyra matthews on Apr 21, 2012 16:55:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ZELDA K. MATTHEWS  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME ZELDA AND I'M CURRENTLY 14 YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE TOUR STAFF AND I'M A THE MANAGERS ASSISTANT FOR THE BAND "LAY ME DOWN". ------------------------------------------------- Months 0-6 – First six months I guess I can explain a little bit more about what happened. When I was 12 years old I was walking to the store. It was about eight o'clock at night. I was walking to a store when a man was across the street and shouting at me. I jumped and went into a store and walked around. I didn't say anything to anyone about the man. About an hour later I went out and started to walk home. A car pulled up next to me. The same car. He came out and I tried to run away but he grabbed me and pulled me into the car. I was crying at that point and I felt him put something over my face. It was a blanket, I think. I felt myself being moved around and I let him move me around with out a fight. I heard him buckle my seat belt. After that I felt him strap something around my wrist. I realized that he handcuffed one of my wrists to something. I tried to move my arm. It didn't work. After that I don't know what happened. Everything completely blacked out in that car ride. All I remember after that is being jerked around for a second until I woke up and taken from the car. A person with strong hands holding my shoulders and leading me from behind. He told me when to step up so I wouldn't fall. In that moment I was really terrified. I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to be there with some man I didn't know. Being eleven years old and pretty ignorant to the world around me I had no idea. I knew about books and stuff like that but I didn't know what to do in that situation. I was being taken into a room, I heard someone else in the house. Their voice was whispered and hard to make out. The blanket was taken off of me. The door behind me shut, the man was still behind me. He wasn't touching my shoulders anymore. The room was a pale yellow color; it had a poster taped to the wall of a naked woman. At the time that really bothered me. There was a ceiling fan where the only light was coming from. There was a window, it was completely blacked out with tape. The man behind me hadn't said anything, and I didn't dare to look at him. The room had a mattress on the ground, a few blankets and pillows. Looking around the room more, but not behind me there was a black book shelf with books on it and a night stand with two drawers and a lamp on it. The lamp was unplugged but I could see the outlet right next to it. I looked at my feet. There was tan carpet. I looked up and to my right. There was a brown door. I stared at it for a moment then looked at my feet again. I felt him touch the back of my neck, and then let go instantly. He told me to look back at him. I turned and faced him completely. He had dark hair, pale, and…scary. The man told me to sit on the edge of the mattress. I looked back at it. It was fluffy, thick. With out question I did as told. The man then told me that I’d be staying here. Despite how terrified I was, I spoke with a semi-normal tone. I wasn’t so terrified then. I asked him his name. He told me his name was Adam. I just nodded. Then he asked mine. Figuring that he’d call me a liar if I told him my real name, I told him my name was Anne. Recently, I had seen the play “Diary of Anne Frank” so it was the first thing that came to mind. He called me that for the rest of the duration of my time there. Soon he found out my real name when the Amber alerts went out. That’s how I got my first cut. He cut me because I lied to him. He ended up calling me Anne after that. Even now if I hear the name I’ll look up. Habit. After that I asked if I could read some of the books. He nodded slowly then told me that I could plug in the lamp too. Adam then told me that the door over there was a bathroom. That I could use it or take a shower whenever. Little did I know that I’d take a shower everyday, twice a day. My only instructions were that I couldn’t lock the door. I just nodded. He left the room and locked the door. I ended up falling asleep almost instantly. The next few days were a complete blur. I know three things for a complete fact. I know that I hadn’t met his wife, I know that he didn’t violate me and I knew that I spent most of my time staring into space. The first time he cut me. I was sitting on my bed, crying because of where I was. I was reading a book. He came in and started choking me. He had slapped me a few times but never this far. My hands instantly started pulling at his hands, trying to get some air. I passed out. This is how I met his wife. I woke up with her on her knees in front of me. A “x” on my collar bone. I closed my eyes, my vision blurring in and out. I felt the sting, trying to look at the collar bone. I finally spoke asked what he did. She told me I lied about my name. She was very mono tone. After that she got up and left. The next month I hadn’t left the room. I finished about ten novels. He hadn’t raped me at that point. Everyday I wore only a tank top and light grey, dark grey and white plaid PJ pants. They weren’t mine. He had taken my jeans a week after we were there. They were his. I knew because the PJ pants buttoned in front. They were oversized but I managed to deal with it. Everyday I cried, slept and read books. His wife had come in several times and had conversations with me. We didn’t talk about who they were, where we were or why they did this to me. Several times, I cried to her. I just wanted to know why. She always ignored my questions and asked me what I was reading. Almost always I changed the subject and told her. A lot of the books were text books. The more times they talked to me, the less I talked. I didn’t feel like speaking anymore. Sometimes I just wished I was dead. It had been five months. I was started to get discouraged. I had finished taking a shower. I had a tooth brush while I was there and a brush too. After much confidence I asked him for some hair ties. He had gotten them to me. I looked into the mirror. I looked dead. I forgot to add about food. He fed me. Sometimes he’d forget though. If I said anything bad he wouldn’t feed me either. But as time went on I said less bad things. I spoke less. After getting dressed I heard footsteps of someone. The bathroom door opened. It was the wife. I stared at her as she set down something on the floor. I looked up at her and asked her name. She replied that it was Mary. She had set down clothes. I instantly changed. I had been washing my tank top and PJ pants myself so I didn’t mind having the clothes she gave me. They did make me look like a prostitute. Being eleven at the time I didn’t know what that word meant. I found out after Adam had told me at least he wasn’t making me a prostitute. I proceeded to look it up in the dictionary. I had finished ¼ of the bookshelf by then. I was terrified to ask for more books though. Months 6-12 – going to a year Twelve and a few months. I’m pretty sure it was morning. I couldn’t tell what time it was anymore. Even now my sleeping schedule is fucked up. He woke me up by slapping me. He hit me a lot. I just tried to take it with out a fight. Halfway asleep, I tried to focus on him. He jerked me up and I stood up. He started leading me out of the room. I looked around and looked for Mary. Even if she was helping me with all of this she hadn’t hit me. She called me a “home wrecking cunt” a few times though. I didn’t know what it meant. I felt better with Mary. He took me into another room. It was clearly his room. He proceeded to rape me for the first time. I was terrified. A month later, he had raped me once again. I was judging it was night by how he looked..he brought me a package. He said they were pills and I needed to take one every night with some water. I whispered that I didn’t have water. He brought me a water bottle. He said to take a small sip of the water with the pill. I was also told to fill up the bottle with water when it ran out. I listened and took the pills for month. The pills had been in a orange bottle so I didn’t know it was “birth control”. It didn’t take me long to figure it out though. I didn’t know exactly what it meant but for the next few months he proceeded to ask me if I had taken “the pill” before he raped me. I had put two and two together and kept telling him no. Thinking that it would stop him. It backfired. After a few times of me telling him that I wasn’t taking it anymore he brought in a drug. He told me it was “heroin”. Most of the books in his book shelf were learning books so I knew what it was. I cried and begged him that I would start taking them. It was useless. He didn’t put that much into me. During my stay, I had only shot up twice. Months apart. Months 12-18 – a year and a half Lately he had hit me more. I hadn’t seen his wife in a while. I wondered if she was dead. He brought me into other rooms more. Sometimes he’d just lock me into one for hours. I never tried to leave. I never had a chance. One day, he came into the room I was normally in. I was standing in front of the mirror. I did that a lot. I just liked to talk to myself in front of it. It kept me sane. He was really harsh. Months 18-a week before leave If you had told me this all would happen, I wouldn’t have believed you. I had asked Mary for more books eventually and she brought me more. Mary really hated me. A month before I broke free they had seemed to be a little nicer to me. I had watched TV with Mary while she said he was at work. She kept saying that it wasn’t her idea. She really hated me though. I could tell. Plus, she told me all the time. Leaving One morning he had told me that we were going out today. I had nodded and told him okay. They had given me a few clothes since then. I looked around for my fanciest. I don’t’ know why I felt the need to dress up. All I wanted lately was to die. Living there was too damn hard. I didn’t want to breathe. I just didn’t know how to kill myself. So I tried to make the best of it. I tried to, really hard, find something good in everyday. Like a few months before that he had taken the tape off the window. I could look out of it. We were at a dead end and no one could see me. I liked seeing the trees. I could see what season and around what time it was. I liked little things like that. We left. He said we were going out to eat. I just responded with a nod and so we did. We drove for about an hour and he handcuffed my wrist to the seat belt again so I couldn’t leave. He didn’t cover up my face though. We got to the diner. We sat; no one had recognized me or even looked at us weird. I guess they had already declared me dead or something. Kindly, I asked Adam if I could use the bathroom. He nodded and so I walked in there. I didn’t know what to do. I looked around for a window in the bathroom. It was large and there was a window. I walked over, I didn’t know how to unlock it. You couldn’t see threw the window though. I opened the first part but there was a screen and the outside , I didn’t know how to rip the screen. Looking around I was close to going into a panic. I looked around the bathroom. A small screw was on the floor. I poked it through and cut the screen. The outside window was easy to push out since it was old. I climbed out. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of myself. I left, walking down the street. I didn’t know where I was. I knew it wasn’t LA. I ran to the nearest gas station. I stopped a tall lady on her phone. I was in tears. I asked her if I could use her phone. After telling her my name she let me. I called my parents, too scared to call the police. I could barely speak. Talking hadn’t been my strong point since I got there. That’s all I have to say. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED SHADIA AND SITS AT 1,000 years old. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO KYRA KEROPPIFIED, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED SHADIA AND SITS AT 1,000 years old. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO KYRA KEROPPIFIED, DON'T YOU THINK?
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