Post by keziahheron on Apr 25, 2011 0:37:22 GMT -5
Takes place on March 22, 2011
In the four years since her 'rescue' from the ranch Keziah spent more time in facilities than living as a normal, treasured child in someone's home.
She looked out the window as her social worker's car stopped at the plain drive and picked up her single piece of luggage. Inside the nurse's would find nothing impressive; plain underwear and several bras that were getting too small, a wide toothed plastic comb with rounded teeth and handle, a bath sponge, three shirts, two pairs of jeans and an ankle length jean skirt, the bag was rounded off with other basic toiletries and a pair of blue sneakers. There would be no contraband to find in her little bag of clothing, Keziah had nothing but the necessities.
The quiet freshman had been frightened upon entry, in her last facility. the first thing that happened was a prison-style strip search and a traumatic probing.... there was something unfathomably sadistic about making a rape victim submit to having gloved fingers shoved inside her body under the threat of sedation. Much to her surprise they simply took her bag and the nurse, who was not a very friendly soul, lead her into the facility, no further traumatization required.
Without a word or any resistance she followed the nurse to her new room.
Keziah changed into the provided uniform and sat on her bed, slowly rolling up the sleeve of her left arm, looking at the thin bandage covering a perfect long scar etched into her brown skin from wrist to elbow, her hand was still weak from the suicide attempt, the doctors said she tore through muscle tissue and it would take time and physical therapy to heal, but she would always have this strange tingling numbness. Keziah was so intently focused on her arm she didn't notice the entry of her first guest.