-1a/n: I do not claim any affiliation with Stephenie Meyer or the Twilight series. R&R please!
I woke screaming with pain. I was still in the dark, damp room that I had been locked away in for years.
How long had I been unconscious? I realized that I was lying on the cement floor and tried to stand up. That was a mistake. My screams echoed through the tiny room. I fell against the wall and hit my head hard enough that it should have cracked open.
I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head and lifted my hand to the spot, expecting to feel the warm, wet liquid that always seemed to make me woozy, but it was dry under my long, straight, black hair. What was going on here?
My thoughts were cut short by the extreme pain coursing through my entire body. I screamed again and this time it was followed with dry sobs. Why couldn't I cry?
There was a pounding on the metal door that led to my room. The door that never opened; not even for food. I always got a tray pushed through a slot on the bottom of the door.
"Shut up in there!" It was a voice that I recognized. The large man on the other side of the door that had threatened me daily. Oh, such a beautiful little girl. What I would do to be with a girl like you. Oh, the things I want to do with you… His voice rang through my mind. I refused to let my thoughts wander any further.
"Help. Me." I pleaded, to no prevail. I knew that he wouldn't help me. No one would help me. Only one person cared about me here. I had never seen him, but I talked to him at night through the door. He was one of the younger security guards, and during his watch he would sit outside my door and tell me about the things he had seen.
He was wonderful. He claimed to have traveled the world, seen things that many people had never even dreamed of seeing.
He told me once that I was beautiful, and though I was flattered, I could not think of any way that he could know what I looked like. He started working here over a year after I was locked in isolation.
But he did know what I looked like. He had described my physical features to a T. He promised that someday he would release me from my own personal hell.
He knew what it was like to be condemned for something that he had no control over.
I screamed again as another stream of fire made its way through my small body.
"I said shut the hell up!" His fists pounding on my metal door echoed through my head. I fell on the mattress and curled into a ball. It was all I could do to keep myself together when it felt like I was falling apart.
My body was on fire and no one would even take a second to help. Where was my savior?