Weak light seeps through the prison walls and like a born reaction my arms stretch outwards, absorbing the little heat which radiates from the little bursts of light. It hurts to stretch my arms as they tug the scars left from my kidnappers and despite the aching burn marks my body is drowned in coldness. The light was not worth the pain like I was not worth the little care the kidnappers gave me. Death was inevitable. The light danced on my fingers, swirling shapes out of fragmented skin. My eyes stared mesmerised by the golden shapes skating along the pain from the burns on my fingers. An eagle appeared golden orange and swooped along the skin, it'd wings spreading as it glides along my finger it vanishes and in its place a rabbit delicately skips along my jagged bones and jumps across my broken knuckled. As the rabbit jumps off my finger, a rush of fish hurtle down sliding along the damaged sea bed and despite their speed cause no sensation on my vulnerable skin. Their scales shimmer golden rays of light gently warming my freezing skin. I smile as the fish swim freely through so much pain and dodge the scars along the floor bed. But as quickly as it came the light goes. My eyes stare back into nothing and only the shadows of darkness touch my skin and unlike the light I do feel a sensation. A sensation of death.
