I'm in a trunk. I look at my hands, bloody and covered in bandages. Everything is wozzy ,red and blue.
I look at my hands and breath, a puff of pink air coming out of my lungs. The trunk spins. A man opens it, he grabs my arms and legs and throws me to the ground like a bag of trash.
I sit there broken and wounded. Laying in the middle of the autumn leaves and sun in the floor of the forest.
The sun starts to set causing the night time chills. I shiver at the over coming coldness in the air. In my attempt to get up I see strange colors making it hard to focus.
Only to be shot down by something.
In defeat I yell for Duke hoping he'll come. I can't get up, I start crying the mascara from my eyes, leaving my face in blackend streeks.
A man sneaks up behind me and shoves a pill in my mouth. I start shaking like crazy. I refuse yet he puts his fingers in the back of my throat until I swallow it with water. He grabs the water bottle and pours it all over my wet face. He picks me up gently and slams me on the ground.
He does this over and over til he hears a holler in the distance. He drops me onto the ground gets in the truck and drives into the trees.
