Ghost,

Prologue

I was dreaming again, the same dream I've had since the night everything happened. I was in a room, surrounded by nothing but brick wall. There was a single light hanging from the ceiling above me, that swung from side to side making the occasional squeaking noise. My wrists were bound in shackles, attached to long chains on the wall. Barely giving me enough room to move amongst the small space. There were no windows, no archways and no doors, besides the door that lead to the place I feared most, the unknown. Besides my cracked lips, cuts that dug deep into my skin and the intense hunger I felt, nothing compared to the strain of my arms from the chains. My body grew physically exhausted, eventually getting to the point where I was barely able to move. I feel pathetically weak, unable to defend myself against the people who were keeping me here.'One day they will get what's coming to them.' I reminded myself, almost determined to make myself believe. 'They will get it!' I shouted. 'They will get it!' And once said, my captures appeared from the darkness and I began to scream.