In a jubilant mood they dispersed throughout the green meadow. The other kids ran while she chased, they hid, she sought. Until her legs hurt; until her laughter turned into heaves. She bent with her hands on her knees and took deep breaths. Her vision had started to give way, so had her heart. She was afraid, she was five. She had to get back to the others but someone was trying to pull her back. Something was sucking her into a hole.
There were voices and pain where they were pulling her. There was peace in her meadow.
“Oh my God…….beat her up real bad….maintain IV…..arrange blood…….vaginal tears, perineal…..raped by some son-of-a-bitch”
There were four. She felt blood drumming in her ears, the heat was unbearable. It was so cool in the meadow.
They did shameful things to her, she should never tell anyone; she won’t speak. Shrieks of their laughter had rung the meadow and even the birds had joined them.
Someone pricked the back of her hand but it didn’t hurt that bad. Her legs were on fire and what was between them. They had hurt her, the hardest there. She doubted even her mother could rock her to comfort. Pain like nothing she had ever felt before.
“Stay with us dear! …all a bad dream.”
No! It was real. More than her whole existence, more than any horror movie her brother watched where the monster crawled up your face from the neck of your shirt. So real, that the monster was within her and would eat her insides if she stayed. She liked the meadow better.
She felt herself relax. Her body hurt no more, her heart lightened. She scanned the meadow. The kids emerged from their hiding places. They smiled and beckoned her, glad for her and for the choice she had made. They all linked hands and set out to search for the rainbow, at the foot of which lay their robbed childhood, their greatest treasure.
©2013. Habiba Danyal
For Trifecta Week 95
& for all the youthful giggles that were silenced by monsters, anywhere in the world.