"Why am I here?" wondered the long haired red head as she looked around her small white, no windowed and one lighted room she's been locked in since she woke up that sad day. The red haired girl is white and she's 5'6. She's 18 with blue eyes and her long red hair goes to her butt. Her cloths are a tight blue shirt with yellow sleeves, blue pants and yellow high heeled sandals. Her cloths are torn and dirty from wearing them everyday.
The men that come and unlock the door are pigs they stare at her body and undress her with their eyes. She hates it when they come and walk her to the bathroom once a day and when they drop off that nasty scum they call food twice a day. She hates that crap, but she eats it any how so she can keep up her strength.
"Why can't remember anything? I can't even remember who I am." Sighed the red head as she cupped her hands over her pale face
"Huh?" smiled red head in confusion
"Why is it that when I'm sad I see that man?" wondered the red head as she looked up at the ceiling thinking about the blue eyed, blonde shoulder length haired hottie who's been hunting her dreams for as long as she can remember. Giving her red roses every time she cries.
"Who ever he is, I wish he was here." Sighed the red head
"Those big blue eyes the ones I get lost in every time I look into them and those big muscular arms that when he wraps them around me I feel soo safe." Smiled the red head imaging the hunky blonde cutie she keeps dreaming about every time she gets.
"Ya I wish he was here, even if he isn't real." sighed the red head as she lies down and covers her head with her hands