5. Diary Entry 4
Sorry I haven't written in a while. It's been three weeks since I witnessed all my friends get sold. I just don't know how I'm going to get home now. The man who bought me threw me in a dark closet like some trash. I'm worried and I don't know how long it's been since I saw my mom or my dad. I am not the only one who was taken by this...this pig, however. There is a girl a few years older than me who has been here longer than I. I hate it here, I hate it! Every night I wake up screaming due to nightmares of the things this man has done to me, does to me, and every night I am comforted by my fellow captive, for she experiences the same. I learned what the girl auction was called from Nikara, (that's the other captive's name) and that wretched name is the Sex Trade. How can men be so awful and foul-minded, when they are also extremely kind? They kidnap us from our homes, use and abuse us, brainwash us, then throw us out, unable to remember anything about who we were. Some days it's hard to remember my name unless I look through these pages. I can't forget my family though, I can't. Nikara shared with me her own past, about how she was taken advantage of by her own uncle, then abused by her aunt and thrown at a passing car. I told her about how my family would find me, I knew they would. She smiled at me for that moment, and hugged me close. Nikara seems to be all the family I have right now, but that will only be temporary. My family is coming, and no bruises, welts, or any physical or emotional wounds will take that hope away from me.
Now and forever,