She stood upon the chair…
Her eyes remained locked on the moon that sat outside the barred window. It gazed upon her, almost in a pitying manner. How young for someone to think such dark thoughts, to do such dark things. For so long, she had sat in the dark of the room with the hope that someone would come for her. It hadn't taken her long to realize that no such thing would happen. No one would care about such a filthy useless brat like her anyways. That's what the voices that haunted her mind whispered every night. Hope was a stupid wish for the weak of heart. She knew that now. All it ever did was bring the pain back around and hit her ten times harder then before. It was painful to realize that she was only fooling herself into thinking someone loved her and would want to come rescue her.
She fastened the rope around her neck…
It was a shame that things had to end this way. If only the wonder of the world before could save her from this fate. Her crystal blue eyes were glazed over like newly cut glass and framed by a pale face and long filthy blond hair that ran all the way down to her waist, curling at the tips. Those eyes used to be filled with such wonder and ablaze with curiosity. That is, until she realized the world wasn't quite as wondrous as she had originally been so naïve to think. She knew the truth now of what the world truly was. They'd be coming again; the men who kidnapped her and brought her to this place. They came every day and hurt her, though she didn't know what to call it. She didn't like it. It made her feel dirty and worthless inside. They said that she was never going back. That she couldn't escape. Oh, how she was going to prove them wrong!
She jumped…
Immediately, the rope constricted around her neck but she paid no mind to it. The pain was almost like a phantom sensation. Like a distant reality that she couldn't see because the dream was too strong. They were horrid and illusive things that she'd often had. It was more heartbreaking to have such light in her heart, only to wake up and realize that it was only a temporary distraction from the nightmare that her life had become. How beautiful a lie it was, giving her such a false sense of security.
She choked…
The worst part was, she knew this was coming all along no matter how she tried to deny her fate. The memory of her family was overshadowed by the horrid memories of the time in which she'd been used. If her mind had been simply erased, she would've been more at peace. The bad memories remind her of what they did but the happy memories are worse. They remind her of what she used to have. All the happiness and joy that used to filled her spirit. The loving and caring family she had before they passed on and she was left with her Aunt and Uncle. That was the upside to this. She was going to see her Mama and Papa soon.
She smiled…
The small child thought back upon the men who had, ever so foolishly, stated that she would never escape them. She was going to prove them wrong. Her only regret was not being there to see the looks on their faces. She wanted to be there to give them a smug look. Her determination, after all, was likely to catch them by surprise. It would be fun, like when she used to be beaten after school and the teacher would come and catch the bullies. Fun was something she hadn't had in a long time and recently she began to assume she'd never have it again. What ultimately made her feel so terrible was that she was enjoying every moment of her demise. It was a bittersweet sensation and she was craving it. The smile remained on her face as she stared at the moon, welcoming death to cover her like a blanket.
She died…