Amelia's POV
I felt the pull, like I had a string connected to me that was urging me forward. I dragged myself to the cell bars, crying and whimpering as my bruised knees hit the ground and scraped more of my skin off.
"S..some...body..." I tried to speak, my voice coming out as a dry croak. My throat felt parched, I couldn't remember the last time I had drank water.
"Help. ." I cried out, my voice weak and broken. I felt the tug get stronger, as if whatever it is I was getting pulled to was getting closer.
I felt a spark of hope in my chest. Yes. Some one, any one! Save me from this hell! Take me out of here!
Please
Please
Please!!!
I reached out and grabbed the bars. I dragged myself up, my brows narrowed in concentration. My legs felt like Jelly. I couldn't stand properly. Hol
