“Razor Blades?”………”What do you mean there are razor blades in the heel of her shoes”…….”No, I’ll be there shortly” Dr. Laflame hung up his phone. “Honey, I have to go” Dr. Laflame nudged his wife. She let out a muffled snore. She was out cold. Normally at this time of night he would be too.

The clock struck midnight when Dr. Laflame arrived on scene. Firemen, police, and paramedics alike swarmed the area. Before him stood a raging house fire, on the curb in front of the house sat a little girl. She was wrapped in a blanket and being coddled by paramedics.

“Ah, Doctor, good of you to come” Mike, the leading officer, called out. “Is that the girl” Dr. Laflame asked, his face expressing concern. “Yeah, doctor, brace yourself.”

Dr. Laflame had been expecting a girl with bloody heels and maybe some bruising. He was greeted, instead, by the Sarah’s protruding stomach, and her horribly battered face. “Sarah, I am Dr. Laflame, I am here to help”

The first step was to perform a physical. Sarah didn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t let anyone near her. At the mention of undressing, Sarah attacked the nurse. She lunged from the exam table and sunk her teeth deep into the nurse’s neck.

Even the hulking orderlies had trouble subduing Sarah. It wasn’t until the infection ravaged her body, that we were able to inspect her. There are just some things no one should ever see.

Under Sarah’s clothing, lay a beaten body. Dr. Laflame inspected her himself. Where ample breasts would have once been, jagged patches of scar tissue now stood. Her swollen stomach was red and oozing. A crude c-section bound by shoe laces ran up the young girl’s stomach

It only became worse from there. Upon further inspection, it was realized Sarah’s vaginal opening had been cauterized. That explained the c-section, but not the dead child she still carried. This girl had seen hell, it was no longer a mystery why she fought so hard.

Every day Dr. Laflame came to check on Sarah, every day she remained silent. When Sarah finally did speak, this is the story she told.

“I was sleeping when brother came in. He climbed on top of me, he kept saying he loved me, but he was hurting me. I screamed for help.” She paused.

“It’s okay Sarah take your time”. The poor girl looked as though she were ready to cry. “When I screamed, brother put his hand over my mouth. He kept hurting me. He didn’t stop. When he did, I felt sticky inside. I screamed again and mommy rushed through the door as brother was dressing.”

“She was so mad, she screamed at me. She called me a whore, but it wasn’t my fault. Why didn’t mommy love me? Why did she have to hurt me?” Her big brown eyes searched Dr. Laflame for the answer. “I don’t know Sarah, that is what I am here to find out. Please continue.”

“Mommy dragged me out of bed by my ankles, she pulled me into the living room. Daddy held me down. She called me a sinner a whore, she said I was the reason brother did this. That she would fix it, that her home was no place for such dirty girls. Daddy ripped my night gown open. Mommy cut my chest with a broken bottle. I tried to get away, I tried to scream. Daddy slapped me.”

” When mommy pulled the glowing poker from the fireplace, she hurt me the same place brother did. I couldn’t fight back, daddy was too strong. When my tummy started growing, they hit me more. When my belly was so big, I felt ready to pop, Mommy said she would have no such abomination in her house.”

“They poured a clear liquid down my throat. They forced the bottle into my mouth and made me drink. It smelled bad and it burned going down. They said it would put me to sleep, and it did. When I woke up my head and tummy hurt. My tummy really bad. I lifted my shirt and there were shoe laces holding my tummy together.”

Dr. Laflame broke down, tears welled in his eyes. “I’m so sorry Sarah. Not everyone is like that. Your parents were bad people”. Sarah smiled, it was a first. “I know they were bad people. That’s why I set the fire. Bad people go to hell, so I sent them there. Dr. Laflame, do you think God will still love me?”

Dr. Laflame hugged the poor twelve year old girl, tears pouring from his eyes. “Yes Sarah, Yes I do.”