It's dark in here. I cant see. Hard to breathe. The nice warm fabric of clothing is gone. Ha. Lonely...because no one cares. Nothing to do but sit here in this place. I don't even know where I am, if I'm alive. I can't escape, I can't leave. Scars on my wrists and neck tell me where I've been, what kind of story's I have. What they tell others, I'm crazy, I like pain, I'm a waste of life. I'm stuck. Moving hurts. Breathing hurts. Is this living? Am I doing it right? Not long now, until they come. For me. Drag me to that place, for the crazies. Haha. Can't stop 'em. I've tried. There's to many. Their to strong. I just let 'em take me. I know what they do. It's like a routine. Haha. Yeah. A routine.
I hear loud bangs coming down the hall. Footsteps. There's no where to go. No way to run. Can't hide. I curl up into the corner, making sure the wall was still there. Their quiet about this kinda stuff. They like to toy with you. Until. Until they want you to know where they are. After a few moments I hear creaking and a big lock open. Not long now. My breathing has escalated and I feel the cuts, scars, and little imperfections on my body burn. It starts out not bad....but it got worse and worse, faster and faster. The more i think about it the more it hurts "AHHH!" I didn't think I could speak anymore. Next thing I know a bright white light enters the room and blinds me making my eyes hurt. I squeeze my eyes shut while trying to make myself look small, Pushing myself into the wall. Sounds that you would think are big heavy weights came to me like footsteps. It grabs my arm. It's slimy and cold, but at the same time feels like it's burning my skin at the touch. A few whimpers and pleads come out of me. But no response was heard.
It drugg me along the floor. I tried to get away but I couldn't move my body. What'd they do to me? When? How? I-I don't understand!
