The Empty Code

I screamed as I rushed away from the basement, from my home. I'd only seen the basement for thirteen years, and I wanted to explore the rest of my house. I wanted to see more, before I saw the blood dripping from the living room.
A rag doused with Chloroform covered my mouth before I was shoved into a back of a van.

Elizabeth had spent thirteen years of her life isolated in her basement, a dark room full of quietness and bad memories. She suspects she was put there because of something to do with her ankle; a bar code was there, same as everyone else's. It identified who she was... but there was a problem. And a lot of people want her dead because of it.