Part 4

Part 4

Not too long after the doctors left, a woman comes in with a cart that held a few items and a camera.

"Young lady, a child services worker will be here in a few minutes. When they arrive, I need to do a rape kit on you and take some pictures. It's going to be scary at first, making you remember everything you went through, but this is the only way too get you justice, okay?" The nurse stated as she was getting everything in order.

"Yes Ma'am. Do whatever is needed so I don't have to go back to that house, and this doesn't happen to anyone else because of those two? I replied, laying my head back.

We sat in silence for the most part, until the social worker entered. She introduced herself as Rebecca Strong and stated she would be the one to help get me into a nice safe home where I won't be hurt again. To me everything seemed to be falling right in place, until I heard my parents' voices in the distance. I froze up immediately with fear, Ms. Strong came over to console me, and two Police Officers from the next county came into the room. They stood in front of the door, weapons drawn, but their index fingers were on the side of their barrels and not on the trigger. I covered my head, heart racing, body trembling, and my mind is being tormented with any and every possible negative outcome.

The voices started to fade away, both Officers made their way into the hall, and gave notice to the nurse that she could proceed because the coast is now clear. Ms. Strong comforted me and told me everything I needed to do in order to get the rape kit completely quickly. I undressed on top of this large white paper, each piece of clothing I took off was bagged and labeled; they even took the sheets I was laying on, bagged and tagged them as well. I was amazed with how much they had to do for one rape victim and the nurse was right, I felt like I relived it all. The flash of the camera when they were taking photos of the hand marks, cigarette burns, impressions from the belt buckle, and the marks around my neck; put me right back in the house at the time it all started. From the beginning to the end, I relived everything, but felt like I was on the outside looking in. I can he's my screams for help and mercy, I can smell my flesh being burned, and the pain from the mutilation.

Once everything was completed, I was given something to eat, and instructed that by tomorrow they would have a safe foster home for me to go to. I was excited to meet my new family and was hoping that this family would love, care, and protect me from harm. As I was drifting off to sleep my overwhelming thoughts waken me; how would they love and care for me of my own blood was willing to hurt me to this extent. Disregarding my thoughts I fall into a peaceful sleep governed by sweet dreams of playful banter with other children my age.