My Scar.It was pouring rain. I could tell because I could hear it pounding against the cieling of my cell. There were no windows, so I wouldnt be able to know for sure. By myself, I sat against the east wall, face burried in my lap. I felt like a trapped animal with no hope left.
I heard the bars of my cage open. I looked up to see two pairs on hands reach down and haul me to my feet. I learned the hard way not to speak or argue with them, so I just let them drag me to my next torture procedure. I knew nothing, yet they didnt believe me...
They sat me down on a cold, wooden chair. Cold dark brown eyes looked down on me. "How did your parents get information? What did they know?!" he screamed at me.
"I dont know anything," I spat back, our eyes locked; mine containing nothing but pure hatred.
The man took out a pocket knife and flicked it open. "Maybe if you wont talk now, this will make you," he sneered as he shoved the knife into my mouth. I bit down on it in an effort to may