It's Sally. But it didn't seem like her. Her voice was hoarse, breaking with each word, hiccups interrupted her and sobs amplified her pain.

Layana's hands covered her mouth as she stared at the small figure crouched in the dark, hidden from the world.

What have they done?

Sally has been her friend since birth, she loved her like no one else. Sally has always been the happy one, the smiley one, and when they realized the outside world, her dreams came alive, and they were free and wild. Among the five of them, Sally was the most excited. But now...

Tears streaming down her face, she reached out her hand to the figure in the shadows. "S-sally."

"It's going to be okay, okay?" Her heart ached, whatever they did to Sally, it traumatized her. "Sally, just come back to me. We're going to go home." 'She needed comfort, she needed a friend. But I was too late.'

A sniffle came from the shadows. A deep breath, there was a small cough but no words followed.

Silence befell upon the three as the figure slowly rose from her crouched position, clearly not able to walk. "Careful, Sally--"

Layana didn't finish her sentence when Sally interfered, "everyone left me!" Her voice cracked at the end, so filled with sorrow, so filled with disgust.

"Yes, but we're now here. We're now here, Sally," Nyla coaxed from behind Layana, still not knowing who Sally is but has probably been moved by her predicament. "And now we have to go home."

"Sally, come on we have to go," Layana said, eyes pleading silently in the dark.

"You left me! I thought we were friends?" Her words cut deep like a dagger to Layana as she was taken aback by the force behind her words. "Ridiculous!"

"You left me, Nyla left me, Andriette, Mason, You left Ian too!" The rage in her voice fainted, dissolved into mournful sobs as she whispered, "even the Lord has left me."

Sally took a deep breath and ran her hands up her face as she looked up at Layana, her eyes were raw and red, yet so cold. Whatever they did to her, it damaged her tremendously. The dried blood on the sides of her lips were evident, and the disturbing purple bruises decorated her face and arms.

Tears continued to stream down Layana's face as she stepped foot into the dark, "please, we have to go now. We have to go home."

"Nobody's going home." A deep, composed voice answered.

Her spine straightened, eyes widening as she slowly turned her head to the wide open metal door.

A man awashed in white stood in front, the sharp point of a knife digging into Nyla's windpipe as he held her against his chest. A sinister smile. The evil glint in his dark eyes.