Awakening to the small sensation of light, peering through the crack of wood off my door, seemed as an alarm to get going.
Rising up from the pathetic thin sheet I called a bed I could still taste dust. The sounds of everyone around me from many nights before still reminded me about how times had gotten rough.
The screams locked up in my mind still echoed in me, as if I was still captured in the past still.
Crinkling my eyes I begun to whimper at the sounds.
Forcefully screaming for it to vanish, the sense of safety was far beyond away from me and all I could do to survive was to keep moving else I too, would be the next victim.