Tears of Despair
She slumped against the wall in the corner of the dark room. Dropping to her knees, she tried hard to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
The feeling of complete disgust and self-hatred overwhelmed her as the passing thought of “when will this ever end?” swept through her mind. She who was once so fearless, now only felt emptiness from betrayal and the bitter pain that her new life had brought.
Moments before, she had been forced to engage with yet another stranger. A stranger, who became increasingly aggressive in his approach, coupled with his animalistic demeanour; smothered her with sweet nothings as he forcefully thrust against her tender and still developing body. She knew that for the next few minutes, she was totally subject to his will, his desire and to feeding his lust.
As she felt the heaviness of his breath and heart beat racing, she tightly closed her eyes to avoid seeing him unwaveringly gaze upon her body. She’d been here before, and knew all too well that there was no choice but to go through with it. The price for her had been paid, and he was just one of many she had to encounter that night.
Her mind scattered in different directions as the fear of where this would lead filled her whole being. She couldn’t dare ask him to stop, as the deep scar on her left cheek served as a constant painful reminder of the consequence of such bravery.
After his act, he muttered some rash words as he slammed the door shut, leaving her all alone in the damp murky room. Her senses switched focus to the putrid smell from the gutters outside; brought in by the humidity of the air, the sound of smashing beer bottles from the bar next door, and the loud honking from passing vehicles.
They triggered her to again reflect on the lowness of her state, as she lay stripped down to bare skin on the cold concrete floor.
She wished…hoped for just a ray of light to shine through the darkness of her unpleasant existence. Wondering if this was what life was all about; barely 15 she had been stripped away of any form of self worth and all she now knew was the pitiful shame of what she had become.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore, as she concluded that this was probably her lot and she deserved nothing more.
Simultaneously as the un-tightened tap across the room carried on dripping; the tears she tried so hard to fight back came rolling down. Natural instinct would be to wipe them away; as time and time again she had been told “there’s no room for tears”, she needed to “be strong and do what was needed for them all”. However, this time she just let it flow, flow across her painfully scar ridden cheeks.
Allowing her tears to form some sort of temporal relief; an act that made her feel a remotely bit human in a life filled with untold unjust pain.
I wrote this story to serve as a reminder of what many young girls are currently facing in the world we live in today. A story that so vividly brings out the truth and highlights the ugliness of the widespread problem child sex trafficking has on its victims.
What are you going to do to bring about that much needed change? The change that will instill confidence back into the young lives devastated by this silent perpetrator. Act now, and let these girls know that there is still hope.
