Dark…very very dark. Besides the pain that's all that there is. Pain and darkness huh what a pair. I try to
Think through the pain… where am I, who am I, WHAT am I? Memories… I have none. "Well that's not
entirely true" I think, eventually faintly remembering needles and a distinctly blurry figure. Giving up on
trying to conjure up a clearer image of the past I look to the present. I look around… still nothing but
darkness, absolute darkness. "That won't get me far" I think as I close my eyes. Now, feeling my
surroundings I discover that I'm in a small room. Maybe a box of some sort. "That should explain why
I'm so uncomfortable" I think as I move onto my back to where I'm laying down instead of curled up
randomly. "Ok, I'm in some sort of box or something…. Now how in the heck did I get in here!?" as my
thoughts start to wander I start to tap my feet. "NOT NOW" I exclaim. Great I finally get on my back and
NOW I have to piss. "keep it down" a small whispery voice pleads. "please just be quiet" it says in a
much sadder tone like the person behind the voice was about to start crying.
"Don't cry we'll find a way out" I say wanting to sound somewhat reassuring.
"You can't promise that" the voice whines as a memory creeps back into existence from the void that is
my mind.
"Hey kid what's your name?" I ask already knowing yet the sneaking suspicion was begging to be
confirmed.
"It's Jenny" the voice sniffly replies.
With half the suspicion already confirmed I dread my next question not wanting to be right.
"Jenny do you have a brother?" I ask, silently begging for the answer to be no.
Then with a deeper sadness than before she replies. "I have my bubba, his name is John."
At that very moment I begin to cry for the first time at the situation I'm in.
"I love you sis" I chokingly say.
After that all I hear is a tearful wail not knowing witch one of us its coming from.