Love to all of you. Thank you for being a part (even virtually) of my community. Here is the next section of 500 DaysIt feels good that today is the day Amy gets rescued from the brothel:
Amy: The Rescue
The man who rushed into the room is different than the man who had his way with me the last few days. My first thought is, oh no not another one. But then I remember I've given up and I just look away, back to the darkness of the corner.
"Are you Amy?" I hear a voice say. And I look up, because no one here has ever bothered to call me by my name. "I said, are you Amy? If you are, there isn't much time. I'm here to rescue you. If you are Amy stand up. Your Mamma is waiting outside."
With these words the darkness that has been choking me recedes just enough for me to feel a pinprick of hope. I stand up quick but my whole world spins in front of me. My legs feel as if they are made of rubber and I stumble back down.
“Here,” he says, putting his arm around my waist. “I'll help carry you down the stairs.” With all of these days pouring into one another, with all of the horror I've faced in the last few days I'm amazed at how quickly we descend the stairs and walk out into the bright, hot day. There is no Madame. There is no large looming man blocking our way, only a clear path to an open door that glows with sunlight. I close my eyes as we walk over the threshold and when I open them again my mother is standing in front of me like a mirage. When she sees me, tears pour from her eyes as she mutters, “Amy, Amy is it really you are you really safe?”
There is nothing I can do or say, I am so overwhelmed that the sky seems to turn over and over then it goes dark as ink.