Broken Soul

The Begining

I was just a child when I had my first taste of the devil's drug. Mama was a gentle soul at first. She loved me so much she wanted me to feel like I was on top of the clouds. Daddy said it won't no sin in having a little help to get to the clouds. I was scared of needles at first but I soon became numb to the pain. Mama must have wanted a girl because she made me wear dresses. My name is Winter but strange men called me Bunny. Mama always said to respect them so I did. They would have me sit on their lap. I was a kid at the time so I saw nothing wrong. Men would hand Daddy money to play dolls with me. They soon became my Uncles. Mama always took them into the back and strange noises would come out. I wasn't allowed to have friends my age because they might poison my mind, well at least that what Daddy told me. I was home school and learned many things. Mama taught me how to cook. It was this one Uncle that taught me to fight in exchange for a massage. He was tough on me during training but really gentle after. Daddy and him had a big fight one day, I soon never saw him again. Mama told me to continue training behind Daddy's back. It was our little secret. At the age of 12, this cute little boy with pretty pale skin came to live with us. He was about 13 years old. I finally had a friend, we hanged out all the time until night came. At night he would go into the basement with Uncles and there would be noises coming from below. Mama said that they were playing. Time went by and I wasn't allowed to play with him a lot. His name was Thomas. Such a sweet boy and dreamed big. Daddy had me go stay with a woman named Suga. She was a dancer and taught me how to move my body. She always said "child you gotta know how to move your body so men would be interested in you," I didn't understand what she was saying at the time. After a year passed, I missed my family. Especially Thomas, he probably missed me too. I arrived home on a Monday, I was greeted by two new faces, Sarah and Buttercup. Sarah was a 13 year old girl and Buttercup was a 16 year old boy. They hugged me introduce themselves. I looked around for Thomas and I couldn't find him. Daddy was coming out of the basement when he made eye contact with me. He gave me a slight smiled and I looked behind him. I couldn't believe what I saw. My friend who was like a brother to me was on the basement floor bloody. I looked at Daddy with tears in my tear and dashed down the stairs. I wrapped my arms around his lifeless body. "He been a bad boy," Mama said coming down the stairs with towels. As she tried to pull my body off his, I turned and slapped her across her face. For the first time is my life I saw my parents as monsters. Looking back on my life I was so blind and didn't see what was really happening in my house. Daddy ran down the stairs and dragged me. He threw me into my bedroom and locked me in there. My room haven't been touched and the walls are the same. Dresses still hanging in the closet. I walked over to my bookshelf and saw a note sticking out. Who wrote this and how long has this been here.