Liana's POV

Walking home from school on a dull winter's day. My black high heeled boots clicking against the cold cement beneath me. My backpack feeling heavier by the minute as I pace slowly towards the little apartment just my mother and I lived in. My father died in the war six years ago when I was nine. I barely knew him at all. While holding my cardigan tightly against my chest to keep it from flying away in the harsh wind I was suddenly startled by massive arms wrapping around me stopping me from getting my hands or arms free. Right as I was about to scream for help a cloth of some sort was placed over my mouth making my screams sound muffled. "That's right sweetheart," I heard a deep voice say. "Breathe it in." Suddenly everything started going black.

Dream- I woke up with a huge gasp of air filling my lunges painfully. My throat burned like mad and everything hurt so badly. From head to toe I was covered in red and black and purple. I didn't recognize where I was. Just a white room with bright lights. Like those rooms for crazy people. I tried to stand up off of the single white matress...and back down I go. Then a very loud screeching noise flooded the room. I covered my ears quickly as I could. I was assuming through speakers that deep voice then said, "Now Liana, be a good girl and we won't have to hurt you again."