Prolouge:
It was cold, oh, so cold. I knew for sure I was hungry. . . no, starved. How long had it been since I'd eaten? I might never know. Weeks? Months? Years? It felt like forever, but I knew I could only survive about a month and a half without eating. And, to make matters worse: I was thirsty.
Why? Why was I thirsty? Because I had nothing to drink. My mouth was cotton. . . no, my mouth was sand as was my throat. It was horrible.
I was almost sure I may have been bleeding, but I hardly felt any pain. Was I dying? I wasn't sure. Maybe I was just numb and slightly injured, but I didn't know. And, it was dark. Oh, so, DARK. I was afraid of the dark, especially in such an umfamiliar place.
I was terrified by this point, but I could do nothing. I was helpless! I couldn't move and I could barely think. A hand grabbed me by the back of my neck. . .
