( I might be reply late. I'm going out for freshair c: )
I was fading from the world, I knew. I knew she gave me her hand, but I didn't hear or see anyone. I just saw black. As Colby placed me back in the bed, the pain already escalated and knocked me out to where I was dead. I didn't move, I didn't talk, or even cry. I was out like a light.
I was hurt, upset, and lost. I was 16 and a runaway from home. Nothing was making me go back. I was not being abused all over, again.











