This is an attempt at writing today. 3WW
Berserk; adjective: (Of a person or animal) out of control with anger or
excitement; wild or frenzied; (of a device, system, or activity) operating in a
wild or erratic way; fluctuating wildly.
Duplicate; adjective: Exactly like something else, esp. through having been
copied; having two corresponding or identical parts; noun: One of two or more
identical things.
Quibble: noun: A slight objection or criticism; verb: Argue or raise
objections about a trivial matter.
FREEDOM
The hot air from the pavement took my breath away as I got out
of the car. I slide my sunglasses over
my eyes and try not to see the heat gasses rising up all around. Only two seconds out of the car and I have
sweat trickling down the edges of my forehead and down my spine. Standing still is impossible, so I begin to
walk to the nearest shade. Three years
before this step into the desert, walking outside was not easy for me. I was
not handicap, I was in a prison. There
were not any bars on the doors and windows, but it was very clear that my life
was not my own. Choices were out of my
control. I stayed for ten years
and when the window of opportunity came, I got out.
I still see the haunting smile of the
warden. The smile is not the even, white,
straight toothed smile that everyone else sees.
I see the deformity of his adult teeth never coming in with tiny stubs
of baby teeth that hung on with wide gaps in between and gums too wide for his
head. He kept a moustache to hide the
deformity from the world.
After years of abuse, I stopped acknowledging pain and could not cry any more tears. My non reaction to the warden took the enjoyment out of the abuse. He found a new captive when he knew there was nothing left in me. There is only so many times abuse is duplicated before the victim becomes numb to it. He let me go, but he warned me he would not be far away. He stalked me. He made sure I did not tell anyone about the ten years of abuse I suffered. Advances in vanity and cosmetic surgery changed his life.
Those new pearly whites were like a lure to a fish. Flashy and pretty and good enough to eat with, but deadly to prey once caught. There was no way to warn his new captive. The entourage he kept around him were also part of the lure. He made friends with people she knew and without knowing, the people were all his puppets. He told them wonderful stories about himself making his life attractive to her. Within that circle of friends he established himself as normal, making it seemed like he blended in. Distractions were quick and always handled with that smile, that sinister fake smile.
After years of abuse, I stopped acknowledging pain and could not cry any more tears. My non reaction to the warden took the enjoyment out of the abuse. He found a new captive when he knew there was nothing left in me. There is only so many times abuse is duplicated before the victim becomes numb to it. He let me go, but he warned me he would not be far away. He stalked me. He made sure I did not tell anyone about the ten years of abuse I suffered. Advances in vanity and cosmetic surgery changed his life.
Those new pearly whites were like a lure to a fish. Flashy and pretty and good enough to eat with, but deadly to prey once caught. There was no way to warn his new captive. The entourage he kept around him were also part of the lure. He made friends with people she knew and without knowing, the people were all his puppets. He told them wonderful stories about himself making his life attractive to her. Within that circle of friends he established himself as normal, making it seemed like he blended in. Distractions were quick and always handled with that smile, that sinister fake smile.
I knew him before all the attractive flash. He had no need to impress me. I saw the shell
of the pathetic demon. He did not hide
his true self from me. His actions were direct when he went berserk
over insignificant things. His rage came from something out of
place, meals only minutes late to the table, clothing not neatly pressed, or
even mismatched undergarments, or noises like babies crying or dogs barking,
would throw him into a rage.
In an instant, he reacted to things out of his control with violence. He never felt the cold, hard, barrel of a gun on the side of his head. He never felt burning in his lungs and struggled for breath until he stopped breathing or had the long, deep, thin, purple bruises around his neck from being choked. He never was thrown to the ground and hit repeatedly until there was the loud crack of a rib or bone. Enjoying the fear he put in me, he would laugh and flash those ridiculous teeth. His hatred was born in him, and the uglliness inside shown in his gapped up baby tooth smile. He would try compassion for a minute only to charm his way to get what he wanted, then in the next minute he would ridicule his victim for being weak. I was his personal punching bag he hid away. I was his captive. Near death is all that kept me alive.
Freedom is an unsettling thing. There is no protection. The vulnerability feels like the
heat of the sun on bare skin. It feels good to be exposed at first and
welcoming to someone enclosed in darkness for a long period, but within a few
hours it is almost unbearable. I do not want to quibble over how something so
valuable such as freedom can be unbearable.
Without boundaries an unhealthy person can begin to enclose themselves
within other self induced prisons, like alcoholism, drug abuse, anxiety of
leaving the house, or interacting with strangers. This did not happen to me. I have a public life. I am an anchor on the evening news. I am in the desert to do a story. I know where I am going and what I have to
do. I tell other people’s horrific
stories, all the while hiding one of my own.
During my captivity,the feeling of trust that you get when someone smiles, that wonderful feeling was taken away from me. Whenever I see a set of perfect cosmetic teeth when someone speaks or
smiles, I draw back a little; a smile will not ever hold me captive again.
powerful story and captures the determination of this poor woman.
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