Counting away the hours

A young girl is kidnapped at the age of 10 and goes through traumatizing experiences. With only her diary to keep her company, she counts away the hours until her parents will come to rescue her. They are coming, aren't they? This story about a brave young girl will make you cry with her, and will leave you wanting to read more


4. Diary Entry 3

Dear Diary, 

The man came back with food today after another day or two;I don't know how many it was. I think the reason he was so late was because he brought all of us pretty new dresses to wear. The bigger girls looked at him funny but the rest of us were so happy. We ate and chose a dress and talked and talked, but a few of the girls sat alone with no food and no new dress. I didn't pay them much attention; mommy told me it's not nice to stare at people. We all tried on our dresses but I think the washer shrunk them because they were too short. When I tried on of these once daddy yelled at me and told me that they were for something called a skank, and that I wasn't one of those, so I put it back. I got confused about why the man wanted us to look like one but the dress was so pretty so I didn't ask him. After we were all changed the man's smile was gone and he whispered something to the man next to him. Then he told us that some other nice men were gonna come take us to a place where we could play.The bigger girls got wide eyed and tried to run. When some of us saw that they were scared we tried to run too but then a man came with a gun and shot it up in the air. We got down and I started crying. We were led to this big new room with all these men in chairs below us and some of them were whistling. I don't know why but then I remembered that when my mommy wore something pretty my daddy would whistle at her. I didn't like the way the men looked at me. I felt like a steak in the middle of a wolf pack. The man started talking about money and bidding, and that's when I realized what was happening, and why the older girls tried to run. We were being sold to hungry men for their use. I closed my eyes and squeezed my friends hand as the tears spilled down my face.

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