'Beep, beep'

Where am I? What's going on?

I slowly lifted my eyelids and was met by a great white light. I tilted my head to the left and cried out in pain. Look to my back I found I was in some sort of cast. My back hurt like crazy and my vision was hazy.

"Oh, you awake." A man in a white coat approached the side of the bed. "I was beganing to think you wouldn't wake up. You lost soo much blood and has multiple broken bones, it's a surprise you're awake." He pick up a clip board and jotied down some notes. "How to feel on a scale from one to ten?"

I didn't answer. I knew better this could all be a trick to get me to talk, but it won't work. My own pain means and will always mean nothing to others. I excepted that since I was 3.

"Miss, Katherin. I'm a doctor and Margrot told me about your situation. You have nothing to fear." The doctor moved closer. "My name is John and you have nothing to fear."

I looked away and stayed silent. Joh- the doctor sighed and walked away. Not to long after he walked back in with the police lady and man from before.

"I can't get her to talk. Maybe she needs a female to talk to." The doctor whispered.

"I understand John." Margrot whispered back.

"Ok, I need to know her name, age, parents, and any other information you can get. Tom come with me." The doctor and police man left and the lady came a sat on a chair near the end.

"Hi Katherin. Do you remember me? I'm Margrot. You have nothing to fear. You're safe. I just need to ask you a few questions. Can you do that?"

I stared blankly at the ceiling. Why do people always say everything is ok. There is always something to fear. No matter how nice someone looks there is always danger with strangers. I just continued to hold back tears as I tried to suppress the emotion showing on my face.

"Katherin. Can you talk?"

I looked at her and just stared. She asked question but it could be a trick or a dream. I could wake up any moment in a cold dark cell. Tears threatened my cheeks.

"Oh, poor dear. You must have gone through soo much." She started to cry. "They abused you soo much you act like an empty shell. Who would do that to such a young girl." She was now bawling. "I'll be right back..." She whispered. With that she ran out the door.

What should I do? I tried tilting my head but the cast dug into my skin. Suppressing a moan I looked around. Attached to my arm were various tubes of liquid and my hair and skin was clear of blood. The room was a decent size and the sound of the beeping screen echoed through out room.

'Beep' - I'm alone.

''Beep' - I'm always alone.

'Beep' - No one cares.

'Beep' - No one... loves me any more.

Voices bumbled in my head. As the tears finnaly cascaded down my face. I didn't care if I get punished I needed to cry. Not to long after the police lady and man came back.

"She just won't talk." Margrot cried.

"It's not a surprise. Her file said she was a slave since 3. From her papers should be 8 years old. Her full name is Katherin Joy Heart. She had previous "homes" before but from her mental state, they weren't nice places." The man flipped through some binder. "We could try to put her in Foster care."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea. Putting her into a unfurmilir family would scare her. We should find her parents..."

"We can't Maggi, they were murdered when Katherin was taken." The lady's face filled with more sorrow. "She has no other family out there."

"But..."

"I'Il think about it but right know she needs to start communicating with us. The court needs witnesses to Raven' s case."

"How much do you think you'll get from her Tom. She can't even speak."

"I understand but we can't do anything without the girls testimony. This is our job..."

"Fine..."

"Katherin I know you're scared and confused but you need to talk to us. Please this is important. I promise you're safe with us. No one will hurt you." He just kept repeating those words until I started to believe them.

"Excuse... me..." after about an hour I finnaly desided to talk.

"Yes Katherin?" The man said in a hushed voice.

"Where... am... I?" I asked in a raspy voice. I hadn't talked in over a year other than crying.

"Your in the hospital in West Virginia." He replied. "Do you feel ok to answer some questions now?"

"What...type... of... questions?"

"Some about you and Mr. And Mrs. Raven."

It was an almost another 2 hours before I told them a little bit about who I was and were I came from. Not like they really cared. I told them how I became a slave and what Mr. Raven would do and some other stuff. Nothing to personal because I wasn't use to talking so much. Every once in awhile in would flinch at their moment or change in tone. I still was wired to serve and I'll always have this fear.

"Thank you Katherin. Once you heal we'll find you a good home." He reassured me once I stopped talking. He and the lady Margot left leaving me to my thoughts. He said I'd be safe...

But I know that's not true.