Held down. Sharp point. Bruised skin. Feeling sleepy. Fading out, fading in, fading out. Door slams. My head hits the concrete floor. Fading in, fading out, fading in. Creak creak. I'm swaying in the air. Stolen from my bright, bright room. Fading out, fading in, fading out. Black eyes peer. Warm hands and chest. The smell of the forest and the sunshine. I remember when I was last in the sun. Fading in, fading out, gone.
