Alone and at War

I sit in the corner of my cell, shivering. I was recently moved to the basement of the P.O.W camp for complete isolation to see if they could brake me. I won't brake. I pull my knees to my chest and lean my forehead on my knees. My long brown hair, now oily and tangled, falls around my face. My clothes, rudused to rags, covered in dirt and blood stains. I lift my head a little and my brown, dull, eyes look at the door toy cell. Every night I hoped someone would walk through that door and take me away, so I could try to forget about all the things that happened here, but I could never truly forget. But that was a long time ago. I've given up on getting out of here. I hear footsteps outside the door and I whimper a little. I put my head down and hide face. The door opens and a man looks at me. I could feel his glare as he looks at me and I started to shake with fear."damn mutt bitch. I wish you would all die!"
He says and spits at me. He walks out and slams the door, walking away.