[center][h2][color=darkred][i]Kiera "Toya" Miller[/i][/color][/h2] [URL=http://s1150.photobucket.com/user/Mskennedy615/media/giphy_zpsfvwy1n5w.gif.html][IMG]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o601/Mskennedy615/giphy_zpsfvwy1n5w.gif[/IMG][/URL][/center] [hr][hr] [i]Kiera was stuck, tears blurring her vision and falling down her cheeks as she gasped for air. His naked body lay on top of hers, hairy and extremely sweaty. She never let out a sound, not when he touched her, not when he had his way with her. The thirteen year old girl was completely silent as he grunted in her ear, "Don't run from it, Kiera. You know you like it." She just laid there, still and stiff, eyes puffy and nose dripping with snot. The pain was excruciating, but she knew better than to scream. She knew that even the slightest groan of pain would instantly turn him off. Then he would get angry again. He would make her regret it.[i]He'd punish her.[/i] He'd make her beg for him to stop, before rolling on top of her again, stuffing some of the bed sheets into her mouth so he wouldn't have to hear her yell. It'd be hard for her to breathe; her sinuses blocked, mouth full, and his two hundred pound body crushing her. After a while she'd fall unconscious, his voice slowly starting to fade away. Kiera was stuck.[/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Her bottom lip was trembling, and her body was shivering. This was the tenth time this month that she has had the same nightmare, a suppressed memory from when she was younger. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was as she lay still, staring up at the white ceiling tiles. She could here Miss Fairchild, clap her hands loudly at the doorway, and a moment later, flick on the lights. That was her cue to get out of bed, same as it was every morning. It has always been the same routine; there was little to no change in the six months that she's been stuck in Treewit. She woke up every morning, much to her dismay, took care of her personal hygiene, had her blood pressure taken, took her meds, ate breakfast, and went to her morning therapy session. Every morning was the same, it was all a simple routine. Consistency was good, especially for Kiera. Finally sitting up in bed, swinging her legs over so she could stand, Kiera decided to get started on her routine. She made her bed, first and foremost, before grabbing her hygiene box and making her way to a stall in the female bathrooms. Every morning she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and took a three minute shower. Today's shower, however, took five minutes because she'd decided to wash her hair. She let her hair air dry and curl up as she deodorized and got dressed. By the time she'd finished looking at herself in the mirror and putting her hygiene box away, her hair was about half-way dry, and it was time to head to the day room. As she stood around, waiting for her medicine, Kiera took a look around the room. Having been there for six months, she knew almost everyone in Treewit. Granted, she never really spoke to that many people, but she knew who they were. [color=gray][b]"Miller!"[/b][/color] Kiera's head snapped forward, her eyes widening before realizing that it was her turn to take the pills. Smiling nervously at the nurse, she grabbed the condiment cup and swallowed the pills one by one, each followed by a small sip of water. [color=gray]"Good morning to you, Toya,"[/color] the nurse said once she'd handed her back the cup. Kiera just smiled and nodded her head at the sound of the familiar nickname. Ever since she first arrived, she'd decided to go by the name Toya, a shortened version of her middle name, simply because she liked the sound of it. After having her blood pressure taken, which was seemingly normal, she followed the other patients to the cafeteria. She could tell what was being served before they even reached the line, she smell of sausage and eggs wafting up to her nose. Her eyes peering down at the food, she smiled to herself once she saw what was being served; eggs, sausage, fruit, toast, milk, and juice. Sausage had always been one of her favorite things to eat at breakfast. Sure, they probably wouldn't taste at all like how they did at IHOP, but they were, nonetheless, still sausages, and there was no way that she'd turn them down. Not being a big fan of eggs, Kiera filled her tray with sausage, toast, and fruit. She'd also decided to grab a carton of regular two percent milk, before turning to find a place to sit. After just a few seconds of standing with her tray in her hands, Kiera spotted Raf at one of the four tables, gesturing for her and others to join him at the table. [color=gray]"Guys, guys, c'mere,"[/color] he said, [color=gray]"we gotta get to know the new kids!"[/color] Letting out a quiet chuckle, Kiera made her way to the circular table, which was almost full. She recognized all but two, those that she instantly identified as the "new kids." Kiera ended up taking the seat next to Eva, an older girl who'd been there long before she was. Although never really having a full conversation with the girl, she knew her to be a kind and friendly chick. Kiera muttered a quick, [color=darkred]"Wassup,"[/color] before taking a large bite of her toast. She was quiet person, but she certainly was not timid.