I cried again last night and he slept through it like he always does. Everyone did. Gazing absent mindedly at the teary eyed girl staring back at me from the mirror, I bit my fingernails until they bled all over me. I cried for them, my old friends the ones I left behind at the mall but also in the mines. I cried for my parents, the ones who did this to us all, and I cried for me, poor, powerless, speechless Danni the girl who, before any of this, knew how to look after herself. Knew what she wanted... Now, all I want is to get out of here.

You don't get sympathy here, everyone's going through the same thing and no one ever bats an eyelid whether you're ill, or just sad. No one gets comforted, No one gets love. Especially not me.

I'm invisible in here and there is nothing I can do about it. I can't make people pay attention to me. A small girl, she can't have been more than about ten, stifled a yell beside me as she awoke from a nightmare. She'd only been here a day. I reached through the cell bars and took her hand, squeezing it hard, not only for her, but for me too.

Wiping the crimson from my bleeding fingers onto my dusty shirt, I smiled at her, I tried a reassuring one and then changed it to a sympathetic one and she held hard onto my hand, whispering prayers that after so long, meant nothing to me.

Its always hardest on the little ones.

People are shipped in and out of here nightly, they're either deleted in the cellars, sent somewhere else or in very rare cases, sent home. Whichever way, we never see them again.

I don't blame Bray for never recognising me, I don't exactly look the same as I did when we were together. My hair is cut into a short, scruffy bob and I have a long white scar across my right lip. I suppose my eyes are differnt too, I suppose they're hollower if that's a word. More empty and I've lost weight. I don't feel any differnt inside though. I'm still that same stubborn little girl, the same person who always thought she could cope on her own. But I can't. I never could cope. I always needed someone. I needed Bray.

I still do.