So it’s been a very short time that I’m born. My existence is very very recent. I’m younger to the new branch on your show plant and older to the new red rose that just started blossoming your garden. My parents just left me alone with a few soft toys and a very comfortable bed around me. No one’s looking at me right now. So I thought this was the right time of writing to you. I plan to just jump off from the edge of my cradle. I’m sure it won’t hurt there. At least not as much as existing does. I’m sure I’ll be safe there. I’m sure, I’ll be able to breathe free. For I know, if I stay here, your arms won’t get off me. Your eyes would always search for pleasure in my beauty. I heard momma saying that they didn’t want to see me alive. I know, when she sends me to school, your eyes will start hunting for me. Your fingers will start tracing my bud which isn’t even grown yet. Your toy will start playing with my tiny, immature, tender core. And when I come back home, I won’t be able to explain it to momma. You’ll convince me that it’s all a game. I know, that when I hit the red spot for the first time, your eyes would shine with lust and you’d ask me for more. You’ll let your toys into my mouth and introduce me to a new filthy food. You’ll start feeding on me. I know that when I come home go inform this, you’ll ask me to cover myself more. You’ll tell me to hide it all from the world but your palms won’t hesitate caressing my body. Even you’re fond of this game. You’ll keep on playing it every night, every day, and you’ll keep doing that till I speak up. And I know, when I speak it all out, you’ll prove me wrong and shut my mouth again. You’ll make sure I forget it all. You’ll send me far, far away from you. But your eyes will follow me there. I know that when I grow young to become a beautiful girl, you’ll want me more. You’ll tell me that you love my eyes, my lips, my cheeks and my smile. And you’ll reach my skin. You’ll praise my skin and caress it more than you did before. You’re excelling at this game now. And I, have grown to become a higher level. You’re excelling at this game now. And I, have grown to become a higher level. You’ll make sure you play well with me and make your senses proud and happy. Your eyes will undress me everyday. Your lips will bite my core each moment. Your hands will touch every inch of me throughout the nights. And your toy... you’ll make sure it becomes a part of me for a while. You’ll leave your essence inside my bod and when I go tell them about it, you’ll prove me wrong again. You’ll tell them what a slut I was to provoke you okay this game. I know that when I go to the protectors for help, and tell them about you, they’ll want to play with me too. And the game will continue.... I know, you just won’t stop following me. You won’t let me breathe.
You’ll follow me if I’m half-dressed.
You’ll follow me if I’m modestly covered.
You’ll follow me if I’m silent.
You’ll follow me if I’m bold.
You’ll follow me if I stay at home.
You’ll follow me if I travel around.
You’ll follow me if I’m learned.
You’ll follow me if I’m illiterate.
You’ll follow me if I’m dumb.
You’ll follow me if I’m smart. I know, there are rules which tell you to stay away from me, but why do you still not?
I know, there are people protecting me from you, but why are you not scared of them? Tell me, when will you stop caressing me so that I love my body. Tell me when will you leave my hand so that I raise it against you. Tell me when will you let my feet out of cages so that I’m able to walk. Tell me when will you stop crashing my lungs into pieces so that I’m able to breathe.
Tell me when will you leave me alone.
Tell me when will you let me live free... Awaiting a reply.
Another abused female.