Multiple faces…3 seconds

It all happen so fast, one minute I was happy the rest all flash. I’m now life less and held down while my friend begin to shove pills in my mouth. I could hear many voices speaking, but never make out what they said, but before all this it was just me and my friend.

They continued to yell “Ms do you know who you are”? right before they strapped me down breathless. I scream to the top of my lunges as they take me prisoner, for my own safety and used a excuse “She has behavioral problems” to give safety. Over the notion I would not have accepted.

My niece stood over me as we caught eye contact. I begin to see my Abductor flashing in front of me. I’m screaming not to stay home, but telling him to stop hitting me. I repeated my self over and over as pounds of ice were poured over my trembling body. He stands there laughing calling me every name in the book and as much as everyone in the room, including the security that knocked of the door, my nice said no one was touching me. I can still feel him even now.

Tanea! Tanea! Don’t let him kid nap me ! and then down the elevator they took me. As much as I can remember from August 17th wasn’t much, but the bruises on my body and arms told the story for me. I was bleeding from the inside because all I wanted was to stay home. I could hear his voice “Don’t be afraid; I’m the way, truth and life”

The tugs and pulls started again They screamed at me. No! Your not going home until the Dr. say so. One held my hand and the other said to hang up the phone, as they took me down four flights of stairs. I begged, screamed, scratched and pulled, but the paramedics went null. I begged and cried for the man God sent me and as I realize, most don’t come to leave. I’m alone, me and my anxiety.

We all want to live in this perfect world and if you can even settle for 70%-80%, but its far from satisfaction.

Why does your pain become their whips Their guilt become your stripes Why does appreciation always come at the end of a over due apology Their fear of seeing your successful is defined as “I have PTSD” removing the I and added “She”

The next morning my leasing offices send me a letter stating they are concerned about not only me, but mainly the neighbors around me due to a “Welfare Check” of a 911 call. It only took three seconds to dial those numbers, but the 1 second your anxiety starts you are no longer in control of your life.

When you intimidate people react in silent, remember no one ever hears the lightning strikes. They only can see them, but when a storm is created everyone fears the of thunder. -Zandria White

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