Kenzie - Chapter 1

                

                 Lost. She was lost in the hollow of darkness created by her despair. Vague sensations from the movement around her threatened to pull her into reality, but despair had too great a hold on her feeble soul. Guilt. It surrounded her being, and tugged her deeper into the anguish in which she was trapped. A chilling, white hand slapped her already torn back. Her red lips wrenched open as she let out an ear splitting cry that demonstrated the depth of the misery she had endured. She lurched forward, and stumbled to the ground, screaming in pain. The hand whipped across her battered head, and a foot slammed into her weakened ribs, which emitted a gruesome crack. She toppled onto her back, and warm blood pooled onto the sterile, white floors.

                Two muscled hands grabbed her shoulders, forcing her onto her feet. She glanced upward, and white, metal bars greeted her gaze. They’d reached her cell. One of the hands thrust her into the cell, and slammed the door behind her. She fell into a crumpled heap in the middle of the room. She was drenched in blood and sweat - not a bone in her body did not ache with excruciating pain. A sob escaped her mouth, before she blacked out.                
               A flood of warm water washed over her face as she started awake. Red spots danced on her eyes, as she tried to open them. Drops of water spilled into her eyes as they cracked open. The clang of the doors locking greeted her ears. Looking past the white bars, she saw someone walk back down the hallway. Her eyes fixed on the shape until it was but a shadow at the end of the long, white corridor.                                                                                                           She glanced the food she had been brought. It was hardly worth eating, but she reached for it. Anything was better than starving to death in this miserable place. She painstakingly grasped the spoon. Her fingers had been sliced, her nails bent and broken off. Lifting the utensil to her mouth, she gagged as the wretched substance slid down her throat. The taste was nauseating, but it appeased her hunger immediately. She reached for the glass that was sent in with the food, but discovered it empty. Its refreshing contents had been used to wake her up. Her throat parched, and her body aching, she collapsed once more on the hard ground.               
               How much longer can I endure this?