Blood
The blood flowed slowly as he tried to get away. Only to be pulled back and beaten further. He cried out again and again as he was struck. Not knowing if his life would finally end tonight or if he would suffer another day in this horrible place, he fought. He couldn't do it anymore, the pain, suffering, nausea from lack of food. He was done He needed to be free and he would find is freedom. The boy was small and very much underweight, his blonde locks stained red with his blood, and his blue eyes glazed from the drugs. This was no way for a 10 year old to be living; he could still remember his parents and his home. He just prayed that someone would save him before he was killed. He knew he was replaceable, so if he died no one would even care. He wouldn't be missed, just a decaying pile of garbage in the end. Holding on to the bed frame as he tried to pull his beaten and broken body off the ground, only resulted in a sharp kick to the stomach. He fell to the floor gasping and coughing. He felt himself being pulled up and dragged over to the center of the room. He was lifted and tied to a table, he knew what came next...Pain. He screamed in pure agony as his body felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out. He cried and pleaded but the men only laughed and watched him writhe in agony. When the pain slowed a few needles poked into his veins to draw blood then another vile of pain was injected. The blonde's eyes grew wider as the pain increase worse than before. The pain would kill him he was sure of it, His body shook and rocked with the pain as he tried to fight it. It was useless he knew that but still death was all he wanted now. Death would be welcomed. Anything is better than this hell.
"KILL ME!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as another needle was pushed into his skin.
"NOOOOO," He thrashed and screamed but the only sound he could hear now was the pounding of his heart in his ears. He couldn't breathe it felt like someone was sitting on his chest, he couldn't move or scream. He was frozen; the pain took over his body and froze him in agony for what felt like eternity. He was sure he was dead. He felt a knife slice his body but he was unable to move or scream, all he could do was stared at the blood running freely down his stomach. He wanted it to end the pain was too much, living was too hard. Unstrapped and thrown on the hard cold floor, bloody and broken. He was dragged back in to the cell and the door was slammed as the men left him alone for the night. Cloud was done; he crawled over to the bed. He pulled the knife, he had hidden in his cell weeks ago out. He stared at the sliver blade and smiled, this was freedom. He sliced vertically up his wrists; knowing they couldn't save him if he did it this way. First the left then the right, watching the thick red liquid run. Dropping the knife on the cement with a clank, he smiled. He would finally be free. Darkness soon overcame him, his heart beat stopped and the blood stopped flowing... He was finally free.