"Inner Thoughts of a Little Girl Broken", (in honor of sex trafficking awareness month)

His hands crawled over me like rabid rats. They felt like cold popsicles with razors protruding from them. But my face had to hide my fear and unbelief. I couldn’t wrap my thoughts around time. Just yesterday I was sitting in class with my friends, making fun of the teacher while she wrote on the chalk board, and today my life, as I once knew it, has been ripped from me. How did I get here? My childhood, a vibrant memory of my yesterdays, has turned vile and has become polluted. Like sewer water that I have been forced to drink. Wide mouth gaped open and hands tied behind my back so not to have the option of holding my nose, just to distance myself from the taste of it all. Why me? What impression did I have embedded within my eyes that invited him to choose me? Was he watching? Aware of the hole in my soul left there by my father whom discarded me when I was born? How did he know I would smile as an answer to his weak, half baked compliments about my pretty hair and nice skin? Did my lack of confidence give him a call? "Hey, choose that one, she has no self worth..." How did I get here? This world has suddenly changed its course for me. The dreams I had of high school and volleyball scholarships have been snatched from my grasp and torn up in my face. With each uninvited thrust of the next John, my hopes and dreams fade into the distance. About the same distance and time it would have taken me to make it home from school. Snatched and stuffed inside of the trunk of a smelly car, and sold like a dog on display in a pet store. How did I get here?