Little Sparrow

Time goes by slowly, her legs have fallen asleep from sitting on them, the small knife in her front pocket, forgotten.

Her stormy grey eyes are so wide that they look like they'll pop out of their sockets. They burn terribly and begin watering. She's trying to control her breathing, its ragged and way too fast to be considered normal. She looked at the...the thing in the corner of the dark and damp room.

Terror surged through her veins, piercing her like needles, causing her body to tremble.