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Pain shot through her emotions as she slowly fell to her knees. Her head hung low as tears fell like raind drops to the ground. Her life writhered away before her, or so it seemed. She didn't know how to go on from it, everything moved in slow motion. She couldn't function right, it's as if she forgot how to live. She was hollow inside an if someone touched her, she could have broken into a million pieces. She was like a ghost, weeping in the night, no one to hear her sobs but herself. Life seemed meaningless to her, but she knew she couldn't take her own life, and it killed her even more. She had to suffer, she had to get through it...

Knock knock... Why don't you answer? Knock knock... I'm trying to help. Knock knock... What's going on in there? Knock knock... I'm trying to break through. Knock knock... I've got bruises on my knuckles. Knock knock... I can't get through. Knock knock... You can trust me. Knock knock... I'm bleeding now. Knock knock... What's the use? Knock knock... I walk away.

I nervously sipped my water as my captor perused my every movement. I tried my best to not let my fear show but I wasn't doing a very good job. He grabbed his stake knife and walked over to me. With every step I panicked inside. Crouching down he looked me in the eyes. His eyes were as black as his soul and his breath smelt strongly of beer and cigarettes, making it harder to breathe; and his hair was as crazy as he looked. My heart pounded twice as hard and sweat dripped down the side of my face making me shiver. he put his hand on my cheek, going over my dried and cracked lips with his thumb he whispered, "Don't be afraid." But I was more t