Darkness, that's all I can remember, I must've had some sort of happiness while I was younger, but there is just so much darkness surrounding me now that I…I just can't see it. It's cold and I want to go home, but I don't even know where home is or if I even had one, I think I did.
I really want to be able to feel my hands and feet, the shackles make them numb. I wonder if I'll get to see the sun tomorrow, I hope not, it means that I have to perform. I don't like being here; I'm tired, sick, and it hurts to move. Though the girl they stole was very nice, she has been teaching me her language. She says I catch on quickly and she scratched under my chin, I like it when people do that. She aked if my name was Jack and for some reason it made a weird feeling wash over me, like I've heard it before. She smiled before leaving once she heard drunken voices talk about me, it was a sad smile…she knew what they do to me.
I don't want to be here anymore.
