I awoke to black and all I felt was two people dragging my limp body across the gravel. I tried standing but to no avail. I was groggy, trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. I tilted my head up but before a single word came out of my mouth, one of them hit me. We stopped. I felt one of them release my arm and heard a metal hatch open. I began struggling but my strength was almost non existent. I was pushed in. I felt my body suspended in the air for a short time and braced myself for the impact much sooner than it happened. I then heard the metal hatch close and was left and remained in total darkness.
I knew my calls for help would be ignored so, after regaining my strength, I began feeling my way around the room. The floor and walls felt like smooth concrete and the only item worth mentioning was a twin sized bed with a metal frame. I sat down, defeated, and began calling out for help. There was no response, as I suspected. Though, I continued.
Time became nonexistent and I grew tired. My throat was dry, my mind was hazed by lack of nutrition. The darkness began to settle. My thoughts ran wild. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? My heart beat faster. Where am I? Who is keeping me here? My blood rose. Why?!
The feeling of anger overwhelmed me. Adrenaline kicked. In a sudden burst of rage, I grabbed the metal frame of the bed and flipped it with every ounce of strength I had left. They noticed. I heard a booming voice come from above, yelling the phrase, simply "stop!" My anger was quickly replaced by fear. I ran to a corner of the room, curled up holding my head in between my knees, repeating "I'm sorry." My eyes grew wide. I was speechless. What is happening? What have they turned me into? I have become their trained animal.
The silence grew louder with each passing second. I felt my mind slowly slipping away. Who I am is not who I used to be. My voice became strange to me. My body is nothing but a shell, empty and broken. Time became irrelevant, as did life. I sat, with my head hanging low, shedding a tear as I recollected memories of better times long passed.
Suddenly, I felt something. An all too familiar presence standing over me. Overwhelmed by emotions, I began to weep silently. I felt a warm hand rest gently on my shoulder as they questioned, "Why do you cry." Isolated and forgotten, the sensation I felt by just listening to another's voice was, otherworldly. Fighting, trying to capture a good breath I replied, "They hate me."
