Hope.

Pain.

TW/CW: Blood, mention of scars.

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I groaned at the feeling of the cold wall as I leaned against it, my head was aching and blood dripped out of my nose. I couldn't stop myself from looking down at my leg, looking at the scars.

23 scars.

23 days.

I have been 23 days stuck in this shit hole, my head was spinning from the blood loss. The new scar on my leg kept bleeding and no one does anything about it, no one cares.

The sun shined through the old and small window, letting me know that it was somewhere around the morning.

I didn't want to continue living like this, if you can even call this living.

I just wanted to sleep,

Maybe that would ease the pain.