I laid there, curled into a small ball against the cold filthy ground. The perspiration had matted my hair to the side and my nose started to burn because I had repeatedly wiped it with the sleeves of my blouse every time it started to feel wet.
My eyes felt dry, out of the water from all the crying I had done. It was exhausting really that I started to feel dehydrated. I didn't have any strength left to cry anymore or to scream. If I ever get out from here alive, I was sure I would suffer from a very bad sore throat for a few days.
I wondered how long it has passed since I got locked into this room. It might have been hours as the room started to get dark as the sun started to go down and so does my hope to get out from this room tonight. I closed my eyes and let out a tired sigh, a tea
