User blog comment:EstupidCow/User RP Games The Warming Games/@comment-4149000-20140112220305/@comment-5760279-20140114004213

"Liza, the only reason nobody cares about you is because they never been through it.. I care about you. I'm not even kidding.." Summer says, looking back over at her. "The guilt I felt where my parents couldn't even do anything for my disappearance. How the Peacekeepers wouldn't believe anyone, and there was absolutely not a single speck of nothing but guilt growing inside of me as I suffered, my parents eventually giving up and thinking I'm just some run-away teen. I wish I had the Peacekeepers observing me every single second rather than to be locked away, crying for help only to get nowhere." she says softly, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Suffering by the one guy who convinced you he'd take you away from the rumors.. trusting. Trust was the worst thing I could ever, ever give to that cruel boy." she says, tears continuing to run down her cheeks, her face heating up. "He took all of my control, and the only way to actually gain freedom was volunteering. To get away." she said slowly, they pictures that kept flashing in her mind. The days of severe dehydration, the scars that seemed to be a normal part of her as the abuse would last forever...

until those words that spilled out of her mouth to get her somewhere other than his own basement.

(did I get too deep in this one? I did? Oh well... c:)