Crimson Crest

Life had a very funny way of making you grow stronger, you know.

It would strip you off things that you needed the most, and leave you stranded, or hanging by loose threads to it, like a fucking over used puppet.

It was the same case with my life; I had become nothing but a rag doll, playing in the silly theater called life, an actor in a large game of the world.

Hate the game, don't hate the player, they said. But in my case I just couldn't help but hate both.

It must've been the day time again, or perhaps night. I didn't know any longer, considering that I had lost track of time, a very, extremely long while ago. I now existed in an unknown plane, at an unknown time, probably unknown to the world.

It should have bothered me, that I was probably unknown, and most likely forgotten by the world on the outside, but it no longer did.

It no longer stung like it did, a few years back.

But then again, it might not have had been years. I might've just been reliving the same day, over and over again, just with different situations.

All these thoughts and more engulfed me as I lay down on one of the mattresses in the dingy looking, and rusted cage of a thing, together with some other people. I wore a dirty and tattered shirt, the color was dark brown. It had been ripped in various places.

All of us wore the same thing, and by all of us I mean everyone in this large hall that were part of us.

The "us" that were trafficked. Bought and sold like objects. Abused and misused, treated worse than animals.

My heart wrenched at the thought of it, though not as tightly as before. It still ached terribly, when one thought about the way they ended up being.

I never saw myself being in this situation; being a sex slave to some terrible Mafia underworld godfather, or being sold by my oh-so-loving uncle Sebastian. If someone had told my fifteen year old self about what would happen, she would probably scream Bloody murder, and call you a liar.

I chuckled to myself bitterly, thinking about it.

But unfortunately no one is ready for life, and the way it comes at you.

Suddenly, I heard a noise that pulled me out of my thoughtful daze.

Oh no, not again, I could hear myself say mentally, sighing heavily in resignation and tiredness. Not as I was just getting comfortable, and used to some peace in the planes of my mind.