Cole's POV
year- 1938
It was a rather cold day in New York and there was snow on the ground. My brother Jack and I both wanted to play in the snow but we knew mama would not allow it. We both hid in the closet until mama would come. Mama found joy in beating us. Bruises ran down my arms and legs, I had a black eye also. I was 12 and Jack was seven. I was shaking that cold night in the closet with Jack and I was too weak to move. So mama got Jack and punched his face many times until he was bleeding. "It. you are useless to me, go" mama told me. I was not sure if she was joking but I got up and ran. I ran a few blocks and went throught a alley, then my feet couldnt take it anymore and my legs gave out. I fell to the ground and closed my eyes. Death seemed like a good option now, so I waited for death and lied in the snow.
My heart was slowing when a man walked by. He stopped for a moment and stared at me. He looked about 23 and had large muscles and wore nice clothing. I closed my eyes again, when I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder gently. I was laying on my back and the man gently picked me up. I was carried to a apartment. It was fairly small. The man layed me down on the bed and whispered "Im so sorry" before I could respond, the man's teeth bit into my neck. I was too weak to scream and when the man took his teeth out my whole body felt like it was on fire. The fire sent me falling in to a abyss it was like all of mama's torture combined.
'One missisippi, Two missisippi, three missisippi, four missisippi' I had counted to 259,200 which equals 3 days. Then the burning stopped in my fingers and then hands. I started to move my arms and hands and touched my face. It felt soft almost like a velvet or silk. I rubbed my eyes and opened them. It all blurred for a second and then it was clear. I got a little scared when I saw the dust particles in the air. Then there was a knock on the door of the strange room, that had been my personel hell.