Elie/ Carmen 12/ Carmen: It seems like you have written fragments of what could become a story. But I can't write it for you, and please stop posting it in the reviews. However, I'd love to see it if you fixed your own account and typed it up yourself. Because it looks like a great story. So, why don't you give it a try? It's worth a try, isn't it?
So, Kitty won the poll. There were six people voting, and six votes for her, two votes each for Rick and Lizanne. And one vote for Tyler. So yeah, Kitty won easily. Anyway, when this chapter is up I'll put up the poll between Rick and Lizanne. And do you know something quite sad? That will probably be the last poll I get to put up for this story. The only time after that more than one turns up at the same time is with Toni and Billie. And their chapter will be one. So unless two or more characters that aren't sisters or brothers turns up later in the series I won't get to put up another chapter after the one I'm putting up when I've put up this chapter so go vote for your favorite everybody!
The last name I made up for Kitty can mean vow, wish, prayer, desire, solemn promise or hope in Latin. I thought something that meant Hope would suit her, and went on Google translate. The wiki also says that Kitty have Autism, but first nothing in the series mention that and second… she or he called Autism a serious condition. I don't care if you think it is. Writing it like that is wrong, and harmful to those (including me) who have got Autism for real. So I'm just going to go with my original plan…. I might or might not give some hints that might mean that Kitty have Autism though. I'm not sure yet.
I think this chapter might be M- rated. So I hope no one younger than a certain age reads it.
Kitty Votum
Where nine year old Kitty Votum on a hard tent room in the inner room in a flat somewhere in the world. Somewhere in the world- Kitty wasn't so sure where. Because the room had no windows, and she hadn't left the room for as long as she could remember. And the only ones who ever came in here was those men.
She knew they were men, before she had been taken here by the only woman she knew that she ever met she had learned the language of English. And she had learnt the difference between girls and boys, women and men. She knew that men had deeper voice, hair in their faces, and whatever it was they had in between their legs- they could put it into what she had in between hers.
And it hurt.
Kitty never liked people touching her and putting their hands on her skin. But for every day that passed by she hated it more and more. Oh well, not quite by every day. But for every day they did what they did. And for every time she remembered how it always started with them touching her. Then they started getting the clothes she was wearing off her and next. Kitty would turn away and hope that they didn't get there this time. That something would turn up and that she wouldn't have to go through it yet one more time.
But nothing ever turned up. And they'd go right through it yet another time. And there was nothing else for Kitty to do but to keep her mouth closed without letting a single smile escape from her throat. If she did it would only get words.
From the point where it started, to the point where it ended always felt way too long. It had been times that it was broad daylight, and when it finally ended it was dark. And Kitty couldn't see anything in the room as there was no lamp. And without any light coming from the tiny little window right under the ceiling in the room she was in. And had been in so long, that she had lost track of time. If she had ever had it.
Not that she needed to see the room, she knew exactly what it looked like anyway. She knew that it was dusty, that it seemed like someone had started painting the walls from their original grey color to brown but gotten too sick of it half of it and left it with the only paint at the walls were about middle height. The bottom and higher up it was grey, and then there were only stains from brown color dripping from the paint brushes on the white and brown wooden floor.
Kitty knew that there was a brown, wooden door. And right by the side of it stood a bowl, of the kind that you used for boiling on the stove. A kettle? That was the only thing that Kitty had to… do her needs in. Like a toiler or a diaper, but a thousand times worse. And a million times more humiliating, even though she couldn't even remember anything else. And every day she'd wait for as long as possible to do what she had to. Because she never knew how long it might be there until one of those men came to empty the bowl again.
Kitty had always had a feeling that she hated this place, that's he hated that she could never get out, and hated the men who came here and how much they hurt. But Kitty couldn't remember anything before she was here, and before the men had done what they did. She didn't even know if what happened, happened once a week, once a month or once a year. They could have happened anything to once a minute. Because while Kitty had learned the clock, there wasn't a clock in here. Ad she lost track of days every time she tried. And there was no way of her knowing that the things that the men did, meant they would come into the room twice a week.
And here she laid, once again. Like so many times before.
And it was dark both inside and outside. And the metal bed with the thin mattress seemed harder than ever. Even with the footsteps of heavy mean walking back and forth in the rest of the small flat. Kitty Votum had never felt more alone.
Kitty knew that her last name meant Hope in Latin. But right now, it was hard keeping the hope. And mostly, she just wanted this all to be over. To find somewhere better to be, if there was somewhere better to be. Not that Kitty Votum knew much about life outside that room. But anywhere but here would do great.
As she laid there on the bed. Kitty listened closely to hear if any of the men came closer to the door to her room. As long as they were out further in the flat she could only hear the muffled sound of their voices and steps through the walls. But when they came closer she'd be able to hear what they were saying, and almost as they breathed before they even opened the door.
Just as Kitty thought about what would happen if the two men came into her room she could feel creeping into her whole body and her heart beat so hard she could feel the blood streaming in her ears. But still she listened closely, and for the moment being she couldn't hear any footsteps getting closer and breathed out slightly.
But too soon!
Just as she had laid down towards the thin mattress again she heard two pairs of heavy footsteps coming across the hallway and then a key turning in the lock. Half sitting up she was frozen with fear and could do nothing else then to stare towards the door when first a dark haired came in. And then a blonde haired one. The dark haired one called himself Doug, the blonde one Heath. And Heath was the very worst of them all who would come here, there was a red haired one called Zandor as well, and a brown haired named Rex.
Rex was the only one who was somewhat nice. He could bring a piece of chocolate or a sandwich for Kitty. And once, he had even brought a small coke bottle and it tasted more heavenly than Kitty had ever tasted before. But sadly, Rex wasn't there as often as the others. And he still had to do what they did. But had the humanity to all the time state that he was sorry for it while doing. Even though sorry didn't mean a thing when he kept on doing it anyway.
But now Rex wasn't here, it was only Doug, and Heath.
Doug grabbed Kitty's shirt- the only thing she was wearing at all and ripped it from the upper side to the lower. Then he ripped the shirt of her and grabbed her by the chest, one hand just under each armpit and pressed poor Kitty up against the wall.
"You know. You know you little wh*re" Doug almost whispered. "There's a little window there." He ripped his own pants off and pressed up Kitty's small body against himself. "Everything you'd have to do would be to shove your little fist into it and wave outside. Someone would see and they would come and save you. They would, there's a whole great world out there and they'd all come and save you. But you wouldn't do that. Because there's nobody out there who would have to want to do with you, and nobody out there who wouldn't regret helping you when they realized who you were you filthy little wh*re."
And with that, Kitty screamed.
Doug threw her back down onto her bed and crawled up on top of her, but Kitty just continued screaming. And for every time a piece of Doug's skin touched hers it felt like a flame of fire shot through her whole body. At last making every single piece of her body burning and she just continued screaming, and screaming.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID KID."
It was both of the men shouting, but Kitty only continued screaming. All through the act and what had happened so many times before happened yet another time. No matter how much Kitty kept on fighting. It might have been that Doug had had another plan with telling her about that there was a world outside this. But Kitty didn't want to take things anymore.
"You know." When he was done Heath was the one who pulled Kitty, who was now too exhausted to scream or even move. "It might be that the way of getting out of here would be so easy for you. But you don't want to get out, because the world is full of hatred. And no one will ever love you. They will just hate, hate, hate."
With that Heath stood up, and the both men left the room and locked the door after them. Kitty could hear them going out in the hallway, then out of the flat. And everything was left dark and silent. Kitty laid down on the bed, and her sleep again was worried, and just as the daylight started shining over the town she was in. She woke up, and couldn't fall asleep again.
Was it true? What Heath and Doug had told her? That outside of that window was a whole world. Other places with other people. People who would never love or even know her. Was there any way to get out of this living hell? Kitty knew what they had said about that outside it would be better, what they said had been a threat. But after gathering all of the very little courage she had. She crawled onto her feet on the bed, and only barely reached high up enough to reach back and then hit her fist hard towards the glass.
The window glassed of the heaviness of her fists, and ripped up big cuts towards her skin. But she didn't care and as much as she could reach for, she stuck her hand out the window, cutting her wrist on the broken glass, and waved. And she just hoped that her hand would catch somebody's eye. And when she couldn't hear anybody. She went over to shouting, without words, and still waving. Sooner or later someone would have to hear or see her.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE BRAT"
Kitty froze with fear when she heard Zandor's voice from inside the flat. And standing like that, she couldn't move before he had kicked the door in and came and ripped her down from standing on the bed. Her wrist and hand was given more cuts by the sharp glass, and her head hit the wall. But Zandor didn't seem to care. And he probably cared more for her than anybody else ever would.
Zandor pushed Kitty down on the floor, ripped his own shirt off and then started doing what he did. Kitty just crouched on the floor. But way too soon she was lying on her back, with Zandor holding each of her arms and legs down all in different directions and he only moved closer and closer and once again, after all this time Kitty still hoped that he'd be interrupted.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Suddenly Kitty could hear someone crashing the door to the apartment and both she and Zandor froze looking up towards the door. "THIS IS THE POLICE." Zandor was still frozen. And Kitty could barely hear anything while she heard footsteps of heavy boots coming closer and then the door to her room was pushed open and two police, two men came into and pulled their guns.
"GET AWAY FROM HER." One of the men shouted and pointed his gun to Zandor. "GET AWAY FROM THE CHILD NOW." Kitty didn't hear anymore, she could see the police taking Zandor though. Then the flat went empty apart from herself again. But not even seconds later she could hear footsteps up the stairs and two new police, one man and one woman came into the flat and saw Kitty through the broken doors.
"Hey honey." The woman spoke softly and kneeled by Kitty who slightly crawled away. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." The woman stretched out her hand towards Kitty. And for a moment that woman wasn't there, instead there was Zandor, or Heath, or Doug, or Rex. "My name is Leah."
"NO"
Kitty had barely had the time to react, but without knowing it she had stretched out her own hands from covering her body and pushed Leah away. Despite her words and promise that she wasn't going to hurt her.
"It's okay. It's okay." Leah comforted without trying to touch Kitty again. "Can you tell me your name sweetheart?" Kitty didn't answer. And then Leah turned to the police man. "Charlie? There's a cardigan lying in the back of the car. Can you go get it?" The police man, obviously named Charlie nodded, and disappeared out of the flat again. "It's okay sweetheart. We're not going to hurt you. The people who were here used to hurt you right? Well, we're gonna take them away now, and take you away to somewhere better. Where you won't get hurt like you were here. Is that okay honey?"
Kitty Votum still couldn't find her voice and didn't answer. She wasn't so sure if it was okay or not, what if they'd take her somewhere worse? Somewhere way worse. They had all the chances in the world to hurt Kitty like Heath, or like Rex, or like Zandor or like Doug. The shirt that Doug had broken yesterday was her only piece of clothing, and no one had thought about covering up Kitty with something.
"Here." Charlie came back into the room and handed something that looked like a big sheet of pink fabric. But when Leah unfolded it Kitty could see it was a cardigan. "Can you take that on sweetie? It's probably too big for you but it will do for now." Leah handed the shirt to Kitty. Kitty herself, slowly, and pulling further and further away from the two police pulled the shirt that almost reached down to her knees on. "That's okay sweetie. We're not here for you. Do you want to come with us to the police station?"
Kitty didn't want to come with them. What if they were after hurting her? Just like everybody else she had ever met. But, she understood she couldn't stay here and anywhere would be better than here so while Charlie and Leah didn't touch her she slowly got onto her feet and pulled the long cardigan around her for it to cover up as much as possible. And then followed them downstairs and into the police car where Charlie sat in the front seat to drive and Leah on the other side of the back seat from Kitty.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to hon. But it might help us in our work and find out who you are if you don't want to. So what is your name?" Kitty looked up at Leah, and first didn't say anything. But she was used to being forced to do everything she didn't want. And now, when she wasn't being forced. Something with the police woman Leah telling her it was okay if she didn't want to, it made Kitty trust her. And as one street light after the other passed by outside the car, and Kitty took almost a minute to hesitate before she whispered her name. Only barely loud enough for Leah or anybody else to hear.
"Kitty Votum."
"Votum? That's a very special name." Kitty nodded, barely noticeable. And while looking up towards the street lights again, in this winter day it would take another while before they were turned off. But of course Kitty didn't know that yet. But still she felt something. Something warm, something she didn't recognize before she whispered, just a little bit louder this time.
"It means hope."
PLEASE GO VOTE ON THE POLL BETWEEN RICK AND LIZANNE
Random fact
Some parts of this chapter were just far, far away from my comfort zone. And even though it's terrible I knew I kind of had to do it to make it suit Kitty's personality. And at the same time, even though it's terrible I'm kind of proud of myself for actually writing it, even though I could probably have censored it both more and less, this is censored less than anything I would have written just a few months ago. I guess you could totally take this wrong. But… I guess I'm kind of proud. I hope that you guys weren't too grossed out.
See you next time!
