Cora and her Escape from Hell

~Chapter 1: New Beginning~

I woke up in the middle of the floor. The smell of rotting, burnt flesh and blood overwhelming me. That's all I smell nowadays. Maybe one day I'll wake up and smell nothing. I'll finally get used to it. If that's even possible.

I'm Cora. I'm 15 years old and I've been living this hell for 3 years now. And, I'm pregnant. Before you decide to judge me, I'd like to say that I was raped. At 12 years old. About 9 or 10 months after I arrived here. The only way I can keep track of time is my friend Jordan. He is great with numbers, and has an entire list of everything he knows about everyone here. Not everyone is so friendly here. Sometimes it's just best to know who to avoid. Then there's the hooded men. At least I think they're men. They have any type of tool you can imagine that can cause harm to humans. Knives, guns, whips, glass, fire, etc. I've seen one unlucky man, probably about in his 40's get burned alive. And that wasn't even the most horrid thing I've seen. As you read this, you probably don't think that's too bad. It's one thing to read about it, and another thing to witness it. I was no more than 10 feet away from the man. I heard, saw, and even smelled him. There are just some things you see here that you can not ever erase from your memory. The nightmares us people have are unimaginable. I do not wish our pain on anyone. I often wish I want to die. But I can't kill myself. That gives them exactly what they want. If I kill myself, I let them win. That will not happen and I will be sure of it. Because I plan on escaping, and ending the pain that these people go through every single day.