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I glance at the battered clock sitting atop my battered nightstand, next to my battered bed and relish in a sigh. Five more minutes. Just five more minutes.
I ease myself up into a sitting position, wincing in spite of the bruises that were ever so carelessly painted across my skin. Squeezing my eyes painfully shut, I swing my legs off the bed, the cold concrete floors raising the hair on my arms. I force myself to stand, tiptoeing around the girls scattered across the floor, clinging desperately to one another for warmth. The sight saddens me, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t possibly take them all at once, no matter how badly I wanted to.
My teeth tear at my lip, trying hard not to cry out as each step brings a fresh wave of pain to my body. It washes over my being, submerging me with darkness. I almost begin to doubt this entire thing because of my condition, but I dismiss that thought quickly. I’ll be okay. Besides I don’t have a choice. I’m leaving here even if I have to crawl my way out. I manage to somehow get myself over to the dresser I share with seven other girls, all without crawling, and search through the ratted clothes for my own. I don’t know why I bother to do this. Even what little possessions I carry are too damaged for repair, yet I still find myself hurriedly gathering them in my arms. Maybe it’s to fuel my hate fire that burns within me for this place. Or maybe it’s a reminder of all the girls that I’ll be leaving tonight. The dozens of wide-eyed, fearful girls that will have to wake up tomorrow morning facing yet another day of the hell I went through for seventeen years.
I throw another glimpse to the ever ticking clock over my shoulder, whose minutes never seemed to tick fast enough. Two minutes.
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