I'm walking. I'm still walking.

How long have I been walking?

It's nighttime. I thought the stars would be brighter. But there's nothing up there. There's no light. All I can see is darkness.

Walking. Walking for how long? It might have been hours. Or minutes, I'm not sure. But the dark hasn't left yet. It' still here, all over me.

I can hear those voices. They're still there, with me. I wanted to get away, away from those voices, the men from the bus stop. Their hands were big. And they hurt when they grabbed me. I wanted to yell, to call to someone. But then they put the bag over my head, and something big hit me. And that's when the dark started.

Still walking. My head hurts. My body hurts. It feels heavy. Like the metal ropes they put on me. They didn't take the bag off my head, so it was still dark. I heard voices, deep, low voices. They laughed sometimes, and the laughing scared me more than the hands, or the ropes, or the hot pain in my body. The laughing was the worst.

Walking. There's lights up ahead. I can't move my feet now. I think I need to lie down. More voices. in front of me? Inside me? I'm lying down now, and I can see lights moving in front of me. The voices are louder now.

It's hot. my body's hot. My legs hurt. It hurts inside me. The dark feels cool. The voices are around me now. They sound scared. Not as scared as I was. Scared of that laughter. I can feel hands. Not big hands. Not hurting hands. But the laughter is back. Around the voices. In my head.

The dark. I want the dark back. I want to feel the cool dark. I want to close my eyes. I want the cold.

I want cold. I want the dark.

I want it to stop....