With the chains grasping my wrists and feet I try to think of happier things, happier times when my sister Isabelle hadn't gone missing, when my mother was still around, before my father threw me down here. It was useless the only thing my mind was focused on was Gloria and how she lied saying I attacked her using the leather.
As I think tears fall from my eyes onto the cold, damp floor making a soft dripping sound. No this is not how my story is going to end, it won't end like Isabelle's I will fight for my own ending at least it will end with me knowing I fought for it.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and slowly opened them looking out the small square shaped window shining bright onto my face. I pulled and stretched for my life but the chains wouldn't break, I spent hours struggling trying to break free before I gave up and fell asleep because of energy loss.
I wake up to the sound of screaming and doors slamming I push myself up and looking through the hole in the door grasping onto the brick wall I see another girl in the room opposite from me I ask her "What's your name?" She replies "Carla" "Why are you here Carla?"
