Maya's P.o.v

I want my sewing kit.
These random jerks came in and stole it from me.
They will pay.

I have found a sharp stick.
Which will be jabbed into the next person who enters this tiny room.

"Drop the weapon kid." A man remarked.

"No thanks." I giggled as I held the stick.

"Willy, we have a fighter." The first peacekeeper replied as another one entered the room.

That's when I felt a sharp pain in my side.

Everything grew dark around me.