Write. Love. Laugh.

It was cold. Very cold. Everything on her body was numb. Breathing had become difficult. and moving was no longer an option. the floor no longer had a feeling to it. although she knew where she laid. tile surronded her. water, blood. noises. she could hear them afar. she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. only a mear sound of faint breath. her hands, feet, were clamped together by a mass of metal rods. cutting into her flesh. as bright as it was everything felt so dark. so cold. she knew she was on the verge of death. and then footsteps were heard. getting closer. hope maybe? or another man, not even human in her eyes. to show her of how worthless she had become. let her understand what it feels like to be alone. to have nothing to hold on to but the feeling of maybe there is a chance. a chance to live.

errm. i have nothing else. finish it maybe?