Ch2

Hiding, amid the darkness.

Curled up in a ball, hiding behind the couch.

A hypothetical game of hide and seek… Only I didn’t want to play!

Sitting here, trying to be quieter then a mouse…

Hoping against all hope that I won this, hypothetical game of hide & seek.

I hear footsteps, & I shrink further into myself.

I close my eyes tight, and hold my breath!

The footsteps stop…

Then it’s quiet…

For one second, JUST one second…

I think maybe, JUST maybe, I’m not found.

But all hopes were dashed when I was grabbed by the back of my t-shirt,

& lifted high above the world…

I used to wish I could fly…I thought that’d be fun…

But being four & being high above the world now, was not all that “fun”

Freezing cold hands, a desperate noise made!

Yet again, being terrified!

That room, in that house….

Not a safe room.  Not a safe house.

I thought, against all hope, that I had won! Just this once…

Where is Mommy, where is Daddy, when I need them the most?!

The man beside me, murmuring in my ear…

I didn’t really pay attention…

Until I heard things like “good boy” and “so sweet”

I didn’t understand then, what I understand now.

“Honeybee” was another favorite… And “sweetheart” too!

Sick, and twisted. Disgusting and weird.

The lightlessness has fooled me too long,

but now I know the drill.

Sit still, keep quiet, and don’t interrupt him, because that’s rude.

And being rude isn’t good, and being bad means a punishment.

So I won’t be rude, I’ll be good!

Then, like a warm hug, my clothes are replaced,

 left behind were the cold hands.

And I’m left, alone in the lightlessness…

Then I try to sleep, because tomorrow begins another hypothetical game…

Of hide and seek.