Uploaded July 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Before I knew it he pulled out a collar and shackles. He slammed my hands to the edge of the bed and began clamping it so tightly it hurt. "Ouch! I don't want this anymore!" I pleaded.
Most kids are nerds no matter what deep down. Nerds over sports, TV shows and everything in between. For me, it was cartoons and Japanese animations. I was in love with everything art and cartoon related, I even drew my own comics and dabbled in Cosplay.
We started texting and this is where things started to turn sour. It started off innocently but little things began happening overtime. He would encourage me to do all sorts of strange things like dress up in animal costumes with him, where he would proceed to tell me how cute and adorable I looked in those outfits. Not that that was already weird... he then started telling me to do all sorts of strange things in them, even when they hurt. It felt so wrong but the attention he gave me when I did what he said.. drew me in. I finally felt wanted by someone.. by him.
We began having phone calls and video calls all the time. The thrill and excitement I got from his attention slowly turned into an addiction, I felt like I needed his validation but he never seemed satisfied. Things only began to escalate, the more I would give in to his demands. Eventually, he gave me rules.. he would demand I ‘put on my costume before speaking to my master’ with outlandish tasks like ‘lick yourself clean’ or ‘go sit in the corner until you behave’. I would sometimes sit there for hours until I could no longer feel my legs but somehow, I would always just listen because I didn't want to disappoint him.
Despite this, all I could think about was when I would get to text him again. When I would get my next fix. My grades had fallen and I had lost control of my own thoughts and what was best for me. He would scary things to me that makes me too nauseous to even repeat. He’d buy me dirty videos and describe them to me in full detail. Telling me what he wanted to do to my in my 'outfits'. And I ate it all up. I felt older. Mature. For the first time, I felt like an adult that was loved and wanted.
One day we had finally planned to meet in person and I was ecstatic! He took me to a hotel room where we were going to stay with another friend. We were supposed to all go to a college party together but instead Frank insisted we stay in together. As soon as his friend left, he plopped a bag on the bed and demanded I open it. I was horrified to pull out what seemed like a cat outfit... it had ears, a tail.. the whole shpeel. “Put it on,” He said grinning.. I was beginning to get worried.. but still, I obliged.
The second he walked out of the room I sprung straight into action. I started biting at the shackle wrapped around my wrists as hard as possible, anything to get one piece loose. To my luck, it started to move and buckle open and I was able to break free! I didn't even care to grab any of my things and ran straight for the door, tripping on everything in sight. I didn't even take the lift and instead sprinted down the stairs, barely catching a step as I rushed to the bottom floor and out through the back exit of the hotel.
After a painful year of recovery and deconditioning myself from his way of thinking, I started to shine through the cocoon I had built around myself. I started wearing what I wanted. I stopped thinking so little of myself and I even met a boy my age who has stuck by me for almost two years and has helped me recover. I made friends. I graduated with straight A’s and got into a good college. I was finally me again. The storms glued to my side like a parasite had vanished and I could finally move forward with a clear vision of who I was, and who I was meant to be. Though I still feel that pull sometimes. That urge to see his face, I have people who can help me recover and help me move forward.
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Before I knew it he pulled out a collar and shackles. He slammed my hands to the edge of the bed and began clamping it so tightly it hurt. "Ouch! I don't want this anymore!" I pleaded.
Most kids are nerds no matter what deep down. Nerds over sports, TV shows and everything in between. For me, it was cartoons and Japanese animations. I was in love with everything art and cartoon related, I even drew my own comics and dabbled in Cosplay.
We started texting and this is where things started to turn sour. It started off innocently but little things began happening overtime. He would encourage me to do all sorts of strange things like dress up in animal costumes with him, where he would proceed to tell me how cute and adorable I looked in those outfits. Not that that was already weird... he then started telling me to do all sorts of strange things in them, even when they hurt. It felt so wrong but the attention he gave me when I did what he said.. drew me in. I finally felt wanted by someone.. by him.
We began having phone calls and video calls all the time. The thrill and excitement I got from his attention slowly turned into an addiction, I felt like I needed his validation but he never seemed satisfied. Things only began to escalate, the more I would give in to his demands. Eventually, he gave me rules.. he would demand I ‘put on my costume before speaking to my master’ with outlandish tasks like ‘lick yourself clean’ or ‘go sit in the corner until you behave’. I would sometimes sit there for hours until I could no longer feel my legs but somehow, I would always just listen because I didn't want to disappoint him.
Despite this, all I could think about was when I would get to text him again. When I would get my next fix. My grades had fallen and I had lost control of my own thoughts and what was best for me. He would scary things to me that makes me too nauseous to even repeat. He’d buy me dirty videos and describe them to me in full detail. Telling me what he wanted to do to my in my 'outfits'. And I ate it all up. I felt older. Mature. For the first time, I felt like an adult that was loved and wanted.
One day we had finally planned to meet in person and I was ecstatic! He took me to a hotel room where we were going to stay with another friend. We were supposed to all go to a college party together but instead Frank insisted we stay in together. As soon as his friend left, he plopped a bag on the bed and demanded I open it. I was horrified to pull out what seemed like a cat outfit... it had ears, a tail.. the whole shpeel. “Put it on,” He said grinning.. I was beginning to get worried.. but still, I obliged.
The second he walked out of the room I sprung straight into action. I started biting at the shackle wrapped around my wrists as hard as possible, anything to get one piece loose. To my luck, it started to move and buckle open and I was able to break free! I didn't even care to grab any of my things and ran straight for the door, tripping on everything in sight. I didn't even take the lift and instead sprinted down the stairs, barely catching a step as I rushed to the bottom floor and out through the back exit of the hotel.
After a painful year of recovery and deconditioning myself from his way of thinking, I started to shine through the cocoon I had built around myself. I started wearing what I wanted. I stopped thinking so little of myself and I even met a boy my age who has stuck by me for almost two years and has helped me recover. I made friends. I graduated with straight A’s and got into a good college. I was finally me again. The storms glued to my side like a parasite had vanished and I could finally move forward with a clear vision of who I was, and who I was meant to be. Though I still feel that pull sometimes. That urge to see his face, I have people who can help me recover and help me move forward.
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Unknown to Mia, she is running out of time as the public wants justice and to send her back to St. Elizabeths Asylum under Dr. Walter Freemans care who finished in her and where she will get an Ice Pick Lobotomy potentially leave her in a coma for years or worse! The psychologist is working hard to figure out her alibi and prove that Mia is innocent but in order to do that, she needs Mias trust and to go through her crushing past. Do you think she will make it in time or is it already too late?!? Let us know in the comments if you want more Keepsake.
Present-day 1954
Mia: 350...
Psychologist: 350?
Mia: 350volts. Thats how much they used each time they treated me. My body went into uncontrollable seizures thrashing on the table until I passed out. I thought Id never leave that place. I thought Id be forgotten. It took 1 month until they deemed me safe to go back home...(Pause) Thats all I have to tell. Nothing else happened after that. You can take me back to my cell now.
Psychologist: Just one other thing before I see you tomorrow. This entry you wrote about your father, what happened? What are you hiding?”
Mia: Hide? Im not hiding anything and you said it yourself. Everything you need is in the notebook so why are you even questioning me?
Psychologist: Because Ive read this book multiple times and theres only one other entry that doesnt make sense and its written exactly the same as this and its years apart. So what happened that youre not telling?!
Mia: ...I dont I-I- Ive told you everything I know. I cant remember!
Psychologist: Stop playing games, Mia. Just tell the truth and let me help you!
Mia: I am. Im not. I dont know. I want to go back to my cell, now!
*Knock Knock Knock*
Security guard: Dr. Thomas?
Psychologist: Please, not now we are in the middle of something.
Security guard: Im sorry to interrupt but they said it was urgent. He said hed like to speak with you.
Lawyer: Dr. Thomas, are you sure this will work? Shes not responding to you and frankly, Im not sure how this is getting us any closer to finding out who Rellik is.
Psychologist: Yes, its working. Shes just fighting me right now and I cant figure out why. Her stories, theyre missing pieces. Its difficult to see, I know, but give me some more time. She needs to open up and once we gain her trust, we can find him.
Lawyer: Time is something we dont have Dr.Thomas. Ive just been notified by the court. They want to send Mia back to ST Elizabeths Mental Asylum under Dr. Freemans care. The media is having a backlash and they want justice.
Psychologist: Dr. Walter Freeman? No, you cant do that. You know hell perform a lobotomy on her; it can kill her! Shes still young. You know this isnt right. I need you to stall them, please. Dont let them do this to her.
Lawyer: Ill try my best but were running out of time and by the looks of it, options as well.
Psychologist: (Stressed) “*sighs* There was this girl. Her entire life she was called crazy because she could feel others emotions before they even expressed it. An overactive imagination is what professionals said. Its a phase all young children go through. She will grow out of it.
Mia: Was it a phase or was she really crazy? Did she grow out of it?
Psychologist: No, it wasnt a phase and she never grew out of it but that day, her father said something that inspired her to help others. He said, Just because you are different, it doesnt mean you are crazy. Theres a lot of different people in this world who go on to do great things. So use your gifts and do great things.
Mia: That-That girl is you. Isnt it?
Mia: I Faked Losing My Memory
Psychologist: HSP, Im a highly sensitive person. I feel what you are going through and I know youre afraid but Im here and Im listening. I cant help you though if you dont open up. Its up to you.
Past 1947
Mia: ...I wasnt born this way, deaf that is. But, I tried my best to act as normal as possible. That day my father couldnt handle the stares and whispers any longer. He hated the way people looked at us and was always embarrassed by their stares. Being sent to the hospital was the last straw for him and he made sure I knew I was...different.
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