Sitting on the cold concrete floor, tears trickling down my sore cheeks, the copper taste of blood leaving my tongue tingling. I felt secluded in the corner, as if no one in the world could find me. Light pink scars ran up my arms from the whip lashes. Blood pooling underneath me, I hear a pounding on the concrete door.
"PLEASE!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!" I scream, pounding my fists one the harsh concrete walls. The pounding only caused more cuts and bruises.
"Please help me....."