A/N: As promised this is the latest chapter!
I DON'T OWN INUYASHA!
His Touch
Chapter 8: Dear Diary Part 2
Dear Diary,
It's been a while, eh? About a good 4 and a half months… I don't know where to start. So I'll start on how I feel. I feel empty, lifeless and completely alone. Depression is hitting me like a bus and I know I'll probably be medicate for it. I never really believed in 'happy pills' but now that I'm experiencing the effects of this illness I understand. I'm at a rehabilitation centre getting clean and therapy after the 4.5 months of human trafficking I went through.
Inuyasha's heart stopped beating for about a few seconds at that line. He probably forgot how to breathe too. Nonetheless he continued reading.
I'm not allowed to see family just yet. But they did leave me with my diary telling me that it would be healthy to write about my past to, you know, let it go. This isn't something I will ever forget though. I probably will never let it go. I do know, though, that I will have to if I want to get better. It all started on a raining day, I was walking towards the coffee shop on main street that I usually visit with friends… I had no idea people were watching me for when I was about to walk into the abandoned shop I heard many foot steps behind me. To be clear though, the shop wasn't abandoned, it was just lacking people and it was always my favourite to go into the coffee shop with no line. I was wondering why would there be people heading towards the coffee shop during this miserable weather since I'm usually the only one to go in at such a time. As soon as I turned around a syringe was jammed into my neck and everything went black.
Inuyasha let out that breath he'd been holding onto for God knows how long.
I woke up in what felt like a cage but everything was pitch dark I didn't know where I was. I was also very drowsy so I kept drifting between sleep and wake. I fully woke up again to know that I really was in a cage with shackles on my wrists restraining me to the floor of it. I tried to adjust my vision but there was no luck. Then the smell hit me… like something rotting. Listening to my surroundings I figured that I was in a truck. I was shaking… I remember this so clearly that it makes me want to throw up… I was shaking of fear and shivering in cold because I was stripped naked. I started to whimper and call for help at the same time trying to conceal my body as best as I could. Someone heard me because the truck stopped. The back door was whipped open and the light hit my eyes blinding me. "Shut the fuck up" said the first man as he shook the cage I was in which just caused me to sob harder. He unlocked the cage and struck me across the face causing me to drift back to oblivion once again.
Inuyasha was reading every line as fast as he could like his life depended on it.
I woke up again with my hands above my head. I started to breathe heavily. I thought twice this time about screaming so I wiggled and squirmed to find out my wrists were in hand cuffs strapped to the bed stand behind me. I took a good look around to get an idea on where I was. I was on a dull, old bed with grey concrete walls surrounding me with no windows… I assumed I was in a basement with one lightbulb that continuously flickered only showing a dim light and then a new smell hit my nose so I started coughing at the disgusting flavour the air took. A heavy, musty, sweaty taste the air had I thought I might throw up. There were other beds in the room, same look as mine but they were vacant. I curled my legs up towards my torso to keep me warm but mostly to give me some sort of protecting from anyone who was watching. I knew I wasn't the only one in the room and it scared me to hell that I couldn't see said watcher. It wasn't long until my shoulders started cramping at the uncomfortable position they were in. Knowing I wasn't going to be set free from these any time soon I used my arms to pull myself up the bed into a sitting position so my shoulders can rest a bit. Half way into pulling myself off I forgot about how naked my back was for when it touched the freezing metal of a bed stand I jumped. It was a pathetic jump because it didn't go anywhere. It did wake me up though. "You're awake I see" was the first voice I heard, another woman's. I knew there was someone else here. I asked who they were and what they wanted. "Don't bother asking me those questions… I'm as much as a prisoner as you are" was her response. I didn't understand at the time, I understand now. I saw her eventually when the light flickered again showing her presence across the room. In the same looking bed. In the same position as i was in. In the same wardrobe of nothing. When the light fixed itself again I looked at her tiny, bony figure. Full of scratches, scars, bruises… Her skin was so pale. She looked like death itself.
I was so worried I was going to look the same. Everything about the room I was in screamed hopelessness. I cried myself to sleep that night. I didn't know that my future physical appearance would the least of my problems.
That night it was so weird I dreamt of a silver haired child about 7 years of age telling me he'd protect me forever. I can't quite put my finger on it but I know I know him from somewhere… Like the dream happened in real life or something. That thought kind of helped me through the first day but it faded sooner than I would've liked because the first day was no warm welcoming. It was straight to business.
Men of all sizes about 30+ years or so flooded the room. I didn't think claustrophobia was a thing until then because I was experiencing it fully. This room was oh so tiny I couldn't imagine how everyone fit in. I heard murmurs here and there. "You got a new one I see." "Look at her, she must be lively." "Dibs." "Wonder if she's a good ride." "Hope this is worth my money." "I can't wait." All eyes were on me and I couldn't breathe. I bet there was no colour on my face due to the fear. Tears started to blur my vision and free falling down my cheeks. I turned away when I heard the abruption of laughter. A strong ashy hand took hold of my chin and forced it to the direction of its owner so I'd meet said person face on. He was tubby, fully grown beer belly he had. Face was equally as round with brown eyes. Uneven scruff of a beard around his chin to meet up with his side burns. No moustache. His fedora hid his hair and he was wearing a grey checkered dress shirt tucked into his dark brown dress pants along with suspenders. "Lovely, yes, she's lovely." He whispered centimetres away from my face. The sickening smell of cigarette smoke seeping through his breath at every word he spoke made me sick. Let alone it ruined my appetite seeing as I haven't eaten in probably a day or so. He threw my face back and my body followed crashing down onto the creaking mattress. He started to remove his belt. I started to kick and scream. "This one is lively ain't she." said the fedora man. His hand went down on my throat causing me to shut up, more than that I could't breathe. His face went to mine and he started to trail kisses from my nose to my neck and back up to my ear so I could hear him whisper "I like them feisty, keeps shit interesting." He took that belt and made it serve me as a gag. I don't need to tell you, Diary, what happened next. You already know. When he was done three more men took me.
If the men didn't like how I was treating them, they'd flip me over and whip me, which explains the marks on my back.
If the men didn't like me feisty, they'd shoot me up with heroin. Don't get me wrong; I hated being there and how they would treat me. But if I had to choose a way, I'd choose being drugged. You can't feel anything and you felt like you were reaching a heaven. They'd even let me out of my handcuffs if I was high. I can't really do much, even if I wanted to run away I couldn't in that state and after being there for a month or so I gave up on any escape plan. In that high state they'd let me 'chill' with them and have a cigarette or two, those are the best days of my capture. A regular customer was the fedora man. He'd always ask for me and he was always treated me the worst. "The best thing about sex trafficking is no one cares how you're treated," he'd tell me, taunting me, "I could kill you right now, you know? And no one will give a fucking shit about it because they'll replace you. And you… Will cease to exist. Your family will give up on finding you eventually, poor them, but most importantly, you'll die knowing you have no rights anymore. Amazing isn't it?" I won't ever forget those words. Physical torture from him and everyone around me was enough. But this, psychological abuse, I couldn't take it. I really wanted to die. Of course my stubbornness told me that if I did die Mr. Fedora man would win this war. So I continued to breathe. I continued to exist.
I believe about 4 months in the girl across from me and I became fairly close friends. Her name was Kyra. She died. It was the worst feeling in the world to wake up at night and look over to your new friend in such a time and see that her already dead appearance is not breathing. Not moving. I'd yell her name so many times and cry to her to wake up. Eventually the head girl came in and said she's passed from pneumonia. This head girl always covered her face with a cat mask. Her figure was about the same as mine an her hair was long, straight and black. Her voice was always ice cold. People referred to her as Lady Kikyo. But if she is the brains behind this I don't believe she deserves the title "Lady". Let alone a name at all. I just call her head. "Well, duh! If you'd cloth us or turn on some heat in this hell hole maybe she wouldn't have died here, bitch!" Is what I said to her comment through my sobs. She slowly walked to my side of the bed and slapped me across my already abused face. "Know your place before calling someone a bitch." With that she was gone. I looked over to Kyra's now vacant bed. And hated myself for wishing she was still here.
She was in peace now. I couldn't dare wish her back to this hell even through my selfishness. So I silently prayed to her, promising I'd get out of here for us.
7:30 AM read Kagome's clock. What time was her alarm set for? That didn't matter because Inuyasha was way into this. Every word he read was almost unbelievable. Little Kagome went through all of this and more. Here she was pretending everything is fine. Or trying to pretend at least. What the fuck. How could Inuyasha have missed this? More importantly… How is Inuyasha going to help fix this.
A/N: Review please! Remember there is still one more part to Dear Diary Chapters. Next one will probably be the longest. I tried to be descriptive hopefully it advanced your view into the story. Cheers, love ya!