Darkness filled the room, a ray of moonlight leaked through the small chained up window. A tear escaped my damp blue eyes. I sat curled up in the corner of the darkened cell. My eyes in a constant gaze looking out the window in the top corner, only showing a dark blue sheet of sky covering the sea of stars. The wind was hard and painful against my pail skin, but i was to tired and weak to move or even cringe. A tear fell from my cheek landing on my beaten arm, covered in dark bruises and wounds that will never heal. My dark hair reached the ground, and moved in sync with the wind, brushing against my back and face. That was the only thing that kept me sane, I had hair just like my mothers, long, dark, brown hair. she said i would have it. I thought about the one memory i had. My mother was holding me in her arms, her gentle fingers stroking my face. I could see the sunlight reflecting of my fathers long face, and how he screwed it up to stop the light from shining into his deep blue eyes. She would talk to me like she would to anyone else, even though i was too small to understand. She would tell me how beautiful i was, and how successful i would be but i had failed her, i was not beautifull or successful. if she knew me now she would be ashamed of me, but she would not see me ever again and thats what hurts the most. My vision became blurry, my eyes filling with my empty tears. The room became dark yet again, and i lost vision of my smiling parents. I slowly closed my eyes, but no matter how tired i was i couldn't sleep. All i could think of was the horrible day ahead. How could i cope. I couldn't.
