#Chapter54
If you’re small and you’re quiet, then sometimes they can’t find you at all. Reverting to child and humming my stupid song like a deranged psychopath. The hand touches me again and I freak out, lash out and slap as it tries to hold me again in full fury, ready to defend myself to the death if I have to. I won’t let that bastard touch me again. I won’t let anyone do those things to me anymore. Those horrible, painful, inhumane, degrading things. I can’t take anymore.
He makes a grab at my wrist, pulling me away from the sanctuary of my corner towards him, trying to get a hold on me for God knows what. I twist free, screaming at him hysterically, losing all ounces of sanity and reacting like a caged animal backed into a wall. Finding my fierce and protecting what’s left of me.
