Surrounded by darkness, the frightened girl sat with her knees up to her chest and her head in her knees. The coldness of the room caused her fingers, toes and lips to become numb and idle. The girl herself was pretty idle in all. She had not moved from that spot since she was last beaten. At this point in time, she probably was forgotten about by the man whom had brought her into this world.
The man who soon after losing his wife, had lost all care and respect for his family.
After just the funeral, he had took his anger out on his very own daughter, who was too young to understand why her mother was laying in a glossy, black box with flowers on it.
Following the beating and being sent to her room, the little 5 year-old, German girl began to blame her mommy disappearing on herself. She felt that her mother had ran away because she constantly called out her name and begged for cookies when her mother seemed as though she was trying to sleep. Although that wasn't the case, her father's fists didn't help her take the blame off her shoulders.
Things began to get worse and worse as she grew older.
She was forced to work around the house constantly and eventually, she was denied food if she were to make a single mistake. No matter how much she begged, how much weight she lost, or how visible her bones were through her skin, her father refused to feed her.
Once, having to have been caught eating sometime after midnight, her father cut her chest with a box cutter, letting fresh blood run free. Not only had he cut her but he had also cut the shirt that her grandmother had mailed to her for her 13th birthday.
The girl emerged from her thoughts as light flooded the room. She tilted her head up towards the blinding light, her neck popping in the process from having her head down for so long. Heavy footsteps approached down the stairs.
"I forgot you were even down here, mein kind."
Silence filled the room for a moment as the man in a black suit eyed the 17 year-old girl curled up protectively in the corner, wearing nothing but a yellow jersey with numbers "00" on it in white, black short shorts and blue thigh high socks that slipped off of her frail figure with every step she could muster.
"Come upstairs for a bit. I have something for you to do," he smirked, and made his way back up the stairs.
The black haired girl shakily got up onto her feet, ignoring her growling stomach and legs that threatened give out under her any day now. She climbed the stairs up to the kitchen, happy to finally be free from the freezing basement. The boney female scanned the room in awe. She had forgotten what it had looked like and how cozy it was when the smell of blood and salty tears weren't fumigating the room.
The brown haired man walked into the kitchen holding his black leather wallet.
"Do me a favor and run to the store for me. I'm starving and there's nothing here to eat," he whined, opening the wallet.
His daughter was absent mindedly tracing the ribbon tattoos on her arms and staring at the multiple credit cards in his wallet. She caught a quick glimpse of a picture he had in his wallet. It was she and her mother, except her very own face had been scratched out in black ink. This caused her to frown even more than she already was.
Green pieces of paper with faces of men whom she didn't know the names of were thrust into her face, along with a yellow sheet of notepad paper with a list of food the strong, frightening man had desired.
"Go pick up some food for me. Jetzt." the man stated bluntly.
Weakly taking the money and shopping list from his hand, the German teenager nodded in reply. She walked over to the back door of the kitchen and slipped on a pair of her yellow chuck taylors that she hadn't worn in god knows how long. Pulling on her semi-long black coat, she opened the door as a rush of cold February air hit her body. She stepped outside, nearly beginning to shiver violently.
"Oh and by the way, liebe. If I find out that you ate anything on the way back, I will personally force it out of you."
The girl gulped and closed the door behind her.