The man dragged me into a cellar or something. It was wet dark and cold. Behind me was what seemed to be a metal pole or rod. He tied a rope around my hands and feet. I couldn't move and I was scared shitless. He left and left me alone. My phone was still playing music. Falling Asleep On A Stranger by Pierce The Veil was playing. I hummed softy to the song. Even with my favourite band comforting me everything still seemed ominous. All I wanted to do right now was sit in my room and watch friends. I started to drift off. I let sleep consume me..... I was awoken to a sharp pain in my left arm. The man we drugging me or something. I started screaming and yelling for help. Then, he punched me square in the face and kicked my ribs until I couldn't feel it anymore. Surly one was ought to be broken. I cried and cried while he continued to beat me. Then I spoke. "Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't feel pain. How would you feel if you died and your family didn't want you anymore and now some man who adopted you started beating you because you were scared?" The room fell silent. You could hear a feather drop quiet. He ran. I was left crying and lying in a pool of my own blood. My phone was smashed. I cried harder. All of my music was gone. I had nothing. Emptiness was all I could feel. The drug he put in me made me sleep by now. I slept for what seemed like days, months. And when i woke up I had my phone fixed and every cut and bruise was gone. I wasn't with that man anymore. I was with him and 2 other people from what I could see. I was scared. I was so so scared. I hate this. No more
