Where am I .....
Who am I ....
Why am I here...
What is this....
How did I get here....

You pov.
I open my eyes slowly, and I see .... I see... nothing. Where am I ... all I see is darkness. But... I can see my self and the floor... it's like there is some kind of light above me ... but there isn't...I try to stand up... I can't. My legs... they are too weak... my whole body...is too weak...I try to push myself up with my hands from the cement floor. Once I get on my feet. I look around... still there is nothing ,but darkness... I try to shout but my throat feels like sand paper... I try to remember what happened to me. All I remember is that last night or awhile ago. Since I can't tell what time it is now...I take a step , but ended up on the floor... now there's hair covering my eyes. I feel someone pick me up with strong force...I look at it, but I couldn't there is hair in my eyes... I try to move it away from my eyes... by the time I get it away from my eyes...the force had but me down... I look around... I'm back in my room....there is blood on my wrist...tears on my face...and suddenly , my eyes are filled with my tears... I'm in my school counselor's office with her asking me what's wrong with her usual warm and comforting voice... but this time it didn't really sound very warm and comforting... it sounds forced... I try not to look at her and I stared at my shoes....I bring my arms to hold my thighs and I see the scars and the dried up blood... I heard a familiar voice... it was my best friends... or what's left of her... she use to always be there for me... now she's too busy... with other stuff... and she asked me am I fine... but what is fine...is anyone fine...I feel weak...I close my eyes. I'm in my room again...with my family saying how they had this failure of a kid. and tear once again feel my eyes... suddenly my family are gone and I'm looking through my phone... and I see my contact and it's full of people who hate me. I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath... I opened my eyes... I look again.. there is a small... knife that I never seen before...blood is coming out of my arms ...at the place where there were scars before. And use the knife to cut one more cut into my arm... but a deep one ... to release the rest of the pressure...
Black....