dear God

Hazel

"I am sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall where the other four women are.

The one with the lost look whispered something in a language I have never heard, but it sounded like a prayer. And the other woman, small in height with short hair, continued crying while praying.

Dear God, I said in my mind

It's me, Hazel. Your least favorite daughter, since you keep throwing shit at me. If you're listening, I'd really appreciate a break right now. I never hurt anyone intentionally; I always follow the path of kindness and humanity. That's why I became a doctor, to help people. Please, God, have some mercy on me. I want to go home.

I raise one hand and lightly brush my fingers over the bruises on my face and the huge bump on my head, which looks the size of an egg. When I came to my senses, the man with the gun had disappeared, along with the two other men he was with, and I had killed the corpse. There is blood on the floor, and I can't stop seeing it. I get lost in my thoughts until I hear the sound of the gate opening, and I return to reality.

The door opens, and two armed men enter. These are new men; they are not the ones who brought me here. I don't understand their conversations; I have never heard this language before, but I can tell that they are new.

They said something, but seeing my confused face,

They make gestures with huge machine guns for us to go.

"Let me go," one of the women begins to cry. "Please." My gaze flickers between her and the men as I stand up. Dizziness stirs the bile in my stomach. One of the men points his gun at her and barks in English:

"Shut the fuck up and come so you can pee and drink water."

My body begins to shake violently, and since I don't want to die right here, I head towards the door without losing sight of the men. When I step out into the hallway, there is another armed man who points at me, directing me to a bathroom.

"Please,"

My gaze flickers between her and the men as I stand up. Dizziness stirs the bile in my stomach. One of the men points his gun at her and barks in English: "Shut the fuck up and come so you can pee and drink water."

My body begins to shake violently, and since I don't want to die right here, I head towards the door without losing sight of the men. When I step out into the hallway, another armed man points at me, directing me towards a bathroom.

"Please," I hear the other women begging, and I prepare to hear a gunshot. But no sound comes. My skin tingles, and the trembling in my body intensifies.

"Leave the door open," the man in the hallway orders. "Don't try anything stupid." Again, he speaks in English.

Since I've been here, I've noticed one thing: these men only speak English when they need to give us orders; otherwise, they use another language.

Leaving my thoughts behind, I enter the small bathroom with the other girls and take cover next to a wall. I relieve myself quickly before drinking as much water as I can. God knows when we'll have something to drink again. After drinking, I decide I need to find a way to escape, but when I walk back into the hallway, they grab my arm and pull me back into the room. Stumbling, I manage to keep my balance as I glare at the bastard.

Minutes later, the door closes again, and the woman who was begging starts crying hysterically. Seeing her breaks my resolve, but I force myself to hold it together. I begin to think about what I can do to get out of here.

I go to the window and look outside, trying to see where we are. but there is nothing I came back to Sofia

Hello, Sofia. "I try to offer her a smile." How did you get on the boat? I asked.

She stopped crying and started to tremble.

"They told me there was work in New York. I paid two hundred and fifty dollars for a job, and when they picked me up in Miami, they brought me here.

That was many days ago. They keep drugging us.

"It's so we can have sex in exchange for drugs," the one with the lost look, a short girl, suddenly murmurs in a monotonous tone.

After hearing those words, I noted the marks on my body.

I look at the two bruises on my arm and gently touch them with my fingers.

There's no way I'm getting addicted.

I raise my head and, standing up, I look out the window again,

but the part of the dock that I can see is quiet.

I wrap my arms around myself, and as I realize my dire situation, destructive emotions fill my chest.

I don't remember how many days it has been since I was kidnapped, but it's more than 15 days for sure.

What if Dad is looking for me?

What does Dad think happened to me?

Poor Dad. He must be beside himself with worry.

Jesus Christ.

I breathe shakily as my eyes begin to blur with unshed tears.

I'm not going to let them turn me into an addict who would do anything for a fix.

Me? No.

I'd rather die.

None of my tears fall as I continue to watch through the little window.

After a while, I sit down again and hug my knees to my chest. The cold is affecting me;

it's like it's getting into my bones.

I struggle to process the desperate emotions and come up with a plan,

but what can I do? Like the other four women, I am trapped.

I don't have anything I can use as a weapon.

A lot of time goes by without anything happening, and it's starting to drive me crazy.

With my butt frozen, I stand up and start jogging around the place

to try to warm myself up a little.

"I'm scared," Sofia whispers. She lets out a sob and begins to cry.

The exercise isn't helping at all, and I stop, walk next to Sofia, and sit beside her. I raise my arm and put it around her. I'm afraid too, but I don't say it out loud. I just hold her while she cries, my eyes fixed on the small oval window.

I wonder what the others are doing. Are you worried because I disappeared?

Dad is probably making a scene at the police station, but they won't do anything.

The thought hits me hard, and I need all my strength not to start crying. Jesus, I finally found some happiness.

I shake my head in an attempt to stop the morbid thoughts, and after releasing Sofia, I stand up again. When I look out the window, I realize it has gotten dark.

The idiots have left us here all day. I go to the door and turn the knob, but it's locked.

At least they could give us something to eat and drink. Another break to go to the bathroom would be very welcome at this time. Not caring if I get into trouble, I slam my fist on the door.

'Hey. Open the door.' Bang. Bang. Bang.

'Anyone there? Open, I need to pee.'

'You're going to get in trouble,' Sofia whispers.

When no one comes to answer the door, I stop and frown at the piece of wood keeping me prisoner in this freezing room.

An idea occurs to me, and I head to the other end of the room before running and banging on the door with my shoulder and side, hoping to open it.

The door doesn't move. Instead, I bounce back and land on my butt, with a sore shoulder and hip.

Well, that didn't go as planned.

Before I can stand up, I hear the lock turn, and the door opens.