The Savior

The sun warms my furrowed brow as I stumble from the sand,

Grabbing, clutching the waves pull me down,

I can not move,

My energy is lost.

What happened last night?

Who was I with?

Thunder cracks, I see the pain,

Blood trickles down my arm.

What happened last night echoes in my mind.

Who was I with?

A large wave comes crashing in smashing me to the ground,

I scream,

Pain throughout my whole body.

Help I try to scream but no sound abounds from my lips.

Pain. Pain.

I see him now, dark and brooding.

Sitting across the bar.

I turned away uneasy I was, angry he must have been,

At my side he was next saying do not scream,

Pain. Pain.

I try to move the pain worsens.

As we move towards the exit I remember him saying,

“Fear me not I am your savior.”

This scared me more.

Help please I scream internally.

The dark room was next, yes I see it now.

He throws me in on something soft…a bed? Yes

Please no I scream. Upon me he is I smell his stench.

Please help I need some help. I try to fight but his size is massive.

Leave me be I pray. He says I protect you . What is this maniac talking about I wonder.? Through the whole night time after time he devours my soul. Cold I am now. I feel nothing and crave everything. Freedom, I want to live. He tells me,” You will not die if you do not tell.” Then pain ensues……..then I wake up here…..I cry out in pain…please help me walk. That is all I want to do. Walk for help. My throat aches, my lips has blood on it, my face feels swollen, and everything else feels cold. Help me I want to scream but I can not. I find the strength to get far enough away from the ocean and I collapse.

I awake to the sounds of a siren and someone holding my hand. A man is speaking, his voice familiar, “ma’am do you remember what happened he asks? “ Who is this man? He says,” You are ok?” I raise me head to try to see his face. A hand touches my brow as I try to see. Oh no! my face freezes in terror……” Do not fear me my dear I will protect you!” he says. “Officer Barbari, hand me that syringe” the medic says. It is him, the officer, I try to scream but I can not I taste the blood now. It consumes my mouth. I try to scream I can not. I hear the medic say, “poor girl he cut her tongue out. This is the 3^rd one this week. And he leaves a card at each one saying protector. She is lucky someone found her. The others were not so lucky.”

The man with his sinister smirk just leans down and whispers, “see I told you I was your savior”.      

 C.A.N.