Vengeance

Loud footsteps thud above me. I curl into a tight ball on the cold, damp, concrete floor. I listen carefully to the soft murmurs as I run my thumb across the hardened surface on the tips of my fingers where my nails used to be. Suddenly, a heavy door slams and I hide my face in the burnt remains of my hair. By this point you’re probably curious as to where I am. The only problem is I don’t know exactly where I am. All I can do is begin to explain how I got here.