Ragdoll:
"A few scraps of cloth were tied together in tangled up knots
It had a freckled face with eyes that blankly stared
A tattered pocka-dotted dress and dirty unkempt hair
Instead of rosy cheeks, smudges of dirt were all you could see
Tangled up knots crouched down like a disshelved teddy bear
Tossed in a little corner, head down, matted hair, blank stare
Slapped with leather straps, bruises and freckles showed across her back
Her little hands were tied together with cloth and dangled above her head
Her freckled face, with smudges of blood and dirt, had eyes that blankly stared
She wore a tattered dress and like muddy tangled ropes, hung her matted red hair
Strangle marks and scars covered her tiny body, as if she was shaken in a dog's teeth
Instead of rosy cheeks, bruises and scars were all you could see
Wrapped beneath soiled sheets, fragile wrists dangled, and little eyes fearfully stared
Veiny arms snatched him by knotted hair and violently threw him against the chairs
A few ivory teeth flew out off his swollen lips and mahogany cheeks bleed and dripped
Instead of a baby face, he had deep bruises and welts from the buckle of a leather belt
Tossed in a little corner like a tattered and torn teddy bear, the lifeless little eyes stared
Trapped under a sweaty body, little arms are held down and bruised, as a belt is unloosed
Little almond shaped eyes drip tears of fear, tiny ribs are crushed, as a body violently thrusts
Sweat rains down on her face, as she's strangled and tangled beneath massive thighs and legs
A fragile body is strapped to the bed, almond eyes tightly shut, as a shadow hoovers above her head
A few scraps of cloth were tied together in tangled up knots
It had a freckled face with eyes that blankly stared
A tattered pocka-dotted dress and dirty unkempt hair
Instead of rosy cheeks, smudges of dirt were all you could see
Tangled up knots crouched down like a disshelved teddy bear,children are shaken in a dog's teeth, like ragdolls tossed on the street"
Wilton uses a piece of mail to hold his place in her diary. He quietly wakes over to the bed and touches the back of her shoulder blades. He is speechless, but Isabella isn't. She stutters, "That's why I have been so so obsessed with Rebekah!" "Rebekah?" Wilton asks puzzled. She looks just like one of the girls who lived in the dark basement with me. There were so many of us, but she and I became friends, because everything was horrible and unbearable. I saw Rebekah and knew I had to figure out a way to find her, because if I didn't have that friend, I would have..." Wilton listens intently and never says a word, because Isabella has never been this open and honest with him ever! "I kidnapped Annabelle because I didn't want her to have to go through what I went through! I wanted to change the past, somehow!" Wilton didn't understand and he felt like he was in a Twilight Zone episode but just listened! This Catholic organization found me but they left my friend behind. There were so many children and they did their best to find where all of us were hidden, but..." Wilton tells Isabella to take her time and to breathe. She weeps and holds his hand tightly, and he knows that she has to finish sharing this story with him even though she is exhausted. "I kidnapped Annabelle and was going to take her to the wonderful people who rescued me, but when I grabbed her, she passed out, and I knew that no one would suspect me, because I work with them. I brought her into the ICU and said that I found her outside!" "Wait! Wait... But how did you get her, find her, kidnap her! I mean that part of the story is unbelievable babe!" She hands him the old stained journal. "Do you remember when I first came in to visit Antonio when he was in a coma?" "Yes!" "I had a strange look because he was admitted to the room where I had a patient named Tyne." Still puzzled, Wilton listens. "Tyne started rattling off all these strange things to me when I worked there. I ignored it at first and thought he just needed new medication, but I began having dreams about what he told me and seeing Annabelle. My name was changed by the men who took me. They laughed among themselves and said I looked like a curvy, latin dancer, but then the women at the Catholic organization gave me these rosary beads and said my new name is Mercy. I had so many repressed memories, I just wanted to start over! I just wanted to forget my old life, not even my name Annabelle. But when Tyne spoke of the ability to change the past, I knew what I had to do!" Astounded, Wilton told her she needs to rest even though he wanted to here more. Isabella told Wilton to read the next diary entry as she closed her eyes.
Casualty:
"Dust scattered rooms
Broken Blinds
No mops, no brooms
Smoke scattered fumes
Fear has consumed
Taken from home, a familiar place
Kidnapped and hidden
Sold and raped
Taken without a trace
Bright colorful bracelets, little tight spaces
Every ethnicity
Stripped of dignity
Bright colorful lace, rouge on little faces
Alcohol filled breath
grabs breasts, legs pressed
Takes off the colorful dress
Touch feels like endless death
Dragged to another bed
no rest, lifts chin and head
grabs breasts, rips dress
smoke filled breath
Molested and trapped
Hidden and kidnapped
Casualties of corrupt evil minds
While everyone else moves in elapsed time"