Warnings for this story: remembered abuse and nightmares containing abuse.
They're coming…
They're after me.
I…I don't understand…
Have I done something wrong?
Why won't you tell me?
No…don't hurt me…please…
What did I do?
They've gone.
They've left me here.
I'm cold.
I'm hungry.
They don't need me anymore.
That's why they've left me here.
I don't understand.
I don't like this place.
It's cold.
It's dark.
I don't like the dark.
They always come when it gets dark.
