"Oh I wish I wasn't here" sadly sighed the long blonde haired girl with brown eyes as she looked out her small window over looking the ocean.
She's white and her blonde hair goes past her butt. She's 5'7 and 19 years old. She's wearing a green tank top that's tied above her stomach, orange skirt with a gold belt across the front and orange high heeled sandals with a flower on each. Her cloths are torn from wearing them everyday.
The small white, one small window and one lighted room she's been locked in since she woke up that sad day. 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 so she doesn't give those jerks the satisfaction of her dieing.
"It's not fair, I'm soo bored" cried the blonde as she got up and walked over to the door.
"Hey let me out!" shrieked the blonde as she pounded on the door with her fist for the millionth time today.
"SHUT UP IN THERE!" growled/yelled a man on the other side of the door as he hit the door with his fist.
"Stupid Banshee" growled the man as he walked away from the door
"He's soo rude" cried the blonde as she cupped her face and sat on the floor
Suddenly she heard chirping outside her window
"Oh I wish I was free like them" sighed the blonde as she watches the two blue birds on her window seal.
"They look soo perfect together" smiled the blonde as she rests her head on her left hand and watches the two birds fly away together
"They're soo lucky they have each other and they're free to do whatever they want whenever they want." Smiled the blonde
"I wish I could be that lucky" sighed the blonde turning away from the window
"Or at least be able to know who I am" sighed the blonde with tears in her eyes as she wraps her arms around her stomach
"Him again!" smiled/wondered the blonde as she lets go of herself and whips her tears away
She sat down and started wondering about the brown haired hottie who always seems to show up in her mind and comforts her when she's sad. Or is it he shows up in her heart? Every time he shows up she always seems to forget where she's at and just looks into those brown eyes and lets him hold her close to his chest.
When she first started dreaming about him she thought he was someone she knew, but she's long given up on that. He's just too perfect to be real. His perfect face, muscles everything about him is perfect to her. She just can't seem to image someone like him to be real, let alone care for her like she does him.
But she's still very happy to see him no matter how much she thinks he's no real. When she dreams about him she never wants to wake up and return to this hell. He's her knight and shinning armor, but sadly when they're about to kiss she wakes up and returns back to reality.
"Oh I wish he was here, or at least have him be real" sighed the blonde as she holds her legs to her chest
"He always seems to appear when I'm sad" thought the blonde
"If he was real I'd bet he'd come here and save me" smiled the blonde as she looked up at the ceiling
"Ya and we'd ride off into the sun on his horse" smiled the blonde as she thought of her dream to be rescued be her hot dream guy.
"He'd beat up this jerks for how they've treated me" smiled the blonde as she looked at the locked door behind her.
"But he won't, he's only part of my dream. Sadly" sighed the blonde as she laid on her back and covered her face a cried quietly into her hands.