It was cold. It was always cold. The bone aching chill when they decided to lock the basement doors... our fingertips pleading for warmth. The screams, oh the screams. They left you with an emptiness nothing could fill. I could never forget that night, I could never forget those faces. That one bit of truth - I'd wished my ears were never blessed with the bittersweet sound. You see, you always hear the saying "the truth will set you free." And it does; with a price. I wish I'd known that long enough to tell the next girl. *Not meant for sensitive readers who are suicidal, depressed or have any condition such as that. This book with make you cry, scream, and send an ache straight to your heart. But it will also fill you with the acknowledgment that some of these things do happen around the world. We need recognition.* Started: October 10, 2019.