- PROLOUGE -

I was forced to do sexual stuff when I was eleven, memories that I doesn’t want to remember anymore. Yet I couldn’t, I shouldn’t, I want justice. I remember how he pulled my hair until it hurt so much that I couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. I remember his touch, his voice, his rough hands in my face and caress me then whispering closely in my body “obey and be good, got it.” He always said that. He even forces me to strip in front of him. I can even picture myself how hard I cry every time it happens. That always been a long and disgusted day. I am too young for that.

Thud- thud- sounds of rumbling things as I gather all my evidences that I have that will reveal their true identity. Once I am done with them, this matter, I am able to be free, free from the memories of my darkest past.

Yes, I was traumatized, .. . I – silently cried as how I remember my days goes here’s in this mental institution because of that tragedy. They are the one who put me here in thisdamn cells,

but,

yet they don’t even know that I am formulating my own plan of revenge, I want nothing but justice. –

Wait for me to be out of here my dearest fam--- I grin silently of the thought.

“Ms. Amstel you have a visitor, - - come in”

I’m wondering who might be my visitor today as my stare fell on that door where the nurse leaves

then suddenly-

“hey, you ready?” “ wha—whoaaah you startled me” I response while coughing.

“did I?! get your ass up and be READY” he winks at me.

“Oh! It’s show time” I stood up and smirk at him

Wait for me. Enjoy your time left.