The floor is warm, the air is cold. I feel trapped, scared. My lungs feel heavy, my breaths feel ragged. “_Where am I_?” I say, but only in my head. My dull dark brown eyes frantically flutter throughout the room, but everything is blurry. I try to keep my breaths steady, but the paste of my breathing is like a frantic roller coaster. There were a few things in the small room I was able to make out. The rusty brown leather chair, the dark yellow fragile table that sat dead in the middle of the small room, the old dark red stains on the ugly dark gray carpet. “_Blood?” _I thought to myself. I try to move, but my body feels heavy, like it’s glued to the rough surface of the carpet. My body is cold, shivering, but my cheeks feel oddly warm. I felt panicked on the inside, but frozen on the outside. My body was too hurt to move, too fragile. My small form laid lifeless in the corner of the room. I stare at the horribly painted chipped walls, peeling at the paint with what little nails I had left. The subtle movement making my whole body ache, I felt so empty. I could hear heavy but faint footsteps right outside of the white rusty door, standing with no hinges. My breathing picks up, more frantic and uneven than before. I quickly flutter my eyes closed, afraid of who it was, or being caught awake. I heard a deep sigh and the sound of the door falling too the floor with a hard pound, as if it was kicked down. My body slightly tensed at the sound of a light thud against the hard floor, another almost lifeless body. My body was as still as a brick wall, the fear of being killed if caught was overwhelming. Another deep sigh, then retreating footsteps. I let out a shaky breath and squint my eyes, staring at the figure on the floor as the dim yellow light shines on their body. I was confused, but more concerned than ever. I had completely forgotten about the corsing through my body, solely focused on the body laying nearly three inches away from me. I try to move my body again, to reach a hand out. The aching pain in my forearm increased rapidly, causing me to immediately retreat my hand. I felt so frustrated, so scared, curious. I couldn’t just lay here and die, there had to be another way, there has to be. I take one big breath, holding it in as I reach my hand out once again, immediately feeling the intense aching in my wrist and forearms. I winced softly at the pain, but I knew I had to push through it, to save myself and the body in front of me. My muscles strained as I reached my arm out, grabbing a handful of the dirty carpet, using it as support to pull my body. My body shakes rapidly and weakly as I grab the figures shoulder, gripping onto them weakly. I could feel how light and cold their body was, almost like they were dead. Before I could make another move, before I could attempt to escape, there it was again. A deep sigh and a pair of heavy loud footsteps. And there I knew it was over. My eyes began to fill with overflowing panicked tears, I knew this was the end. I weakly tug at the body, slowly facing it towards me. My breath stopped rapidly and my vision became over blurred from my tears. I felt a heavy but rapid heartbeat in my throat, my eyes wide with horror. “ma..” I managed to get out in a hushed tone. My body shook rapidly and ached with pain as I slowly lifted my head up, staring up at the tall figure looming over our lifeless bodies. Before I could see his face, my vision was already blurred, but then I had realized what had happened. Then I had realized that I was set up, that he was going to kill me. That I wasn’t heard.