I used to be happy, I was brought up by my grand parents after I was removed from parents at young age after I don't remember why, but my grand parents were loving and kind gentle people and every year on my birthday my grandmother would always braid my hair and take me to dinner then the movies I loved her so much one night coming home from the movies a man jumped us and shot my grand mother she fought hard but lost her battle. Not long after my grandfather went mad and couldn't bare, it broke my heart he got really drunk one night while I was upstairs in my room, I was getting ready for bed when a man came through my window and grabbed me the was the last I saw of them.
I look around the room that has been my home for the last 5 years its not very big in fact its not even a room, its a prison cell with no window. I cant see the stars or the moon at night or the sun during the day the only light is from the lamps that are outside my door, and its not much as there is only a small hole on the door which is covered by bars. There is a small toilet that sits in the corner and then on the floor in the other corner is where I sleep its an old lumpy smelly mattress covered in a ripped blanket that barley covers me. On one if the walls hangs a small towel that is for me to was my face but I am very rarely given water to wash properly.
My life has been this room no visitors ( friendly ones that is ) the only one I see is him, him with the black eyes and when I see him it never ends well for me. I never see his face only his eyes and let me tell you they are terrifying, the smell is awful having such good sense of smell isn't good when he always smells like burnt plastic and it burns my nose.
However this time instead of coming and opening my door he walks past, the sound of chains dragging across the floor are louder and muffled voices are coming from the other side. I cant make out what's being said even with my hearing he carries on walking and then the sound of keys rattling makes me jump and my legs begin to shake. I try my hardest to hide in the corner of my bed, the sound of steel dragging across the floor tells me that another cell door has been opened and the next thing I heard was a loud thump before the door is then shut again. I gaze up a little to see him and he bangs the door so loud a small gasp escapes my mouth "your not to speak unless spoken to freak" he grunts then bangs the door again before walking away.
After a while there is silence, and I let out a breathe and cover my legs with my blanket the pain in my chest is agonizing but I'm used to it, I go to close my eyes but then I hear a voice its muffled at first but then becomes a little louder "hello can anyone hear me". It shocked me I never hear any one down here I shuffle off my bed and closer the wall and I hear it again "hello can anyone hear me, please help" its takes all my strength to open my mouth to speak for the fear of being heard engulfs me but I try "it- its no use " I croaked realizing my mouth is dry.
"what do you mean " the voice says again. its only now I realize its a girls voice.
"no one ever comes to help, only to cause pain" I reply.
"how long have you been here ?" she asked.
"Over 5 years now."
"No my pack will be looking for me, my mate will be looking for me". she answered back.
pack... mate what was she on about
"They will find me" was the last thing she said be darkness took over and I fell asleep.