No ones safe. I could feel my feet rubbing against the rough ground, and all I know is, I'm not safe. My heart beats rapidly, trying to remind me I'm alive, but why, please kill me. I feel the pain on my wrist as I struggle to move, the blood that drips ever-so-slowly down my fingers make staying warm a problem. Am I in a car, I could feel the ground moving. No, I could hear the train outside. It smells like metallic in the hellhole. Please, kill me.All Rights Reserved