Natasha

There was so much blood that it reached my little feet. “Ghost?” I whispered to the boy who was on the floor, who looked at me. His face blurred in and out of my vision. Moreover, there were so many cuts on his face that it was difficult to make his features. One eye was black and swollen. His hands were tied behind him, his shirt was soaked in so much blood that if I hadn’t seen that streak of white, I would have thought it was red in color. There was a suffocating stench of piss and blood in the room. I puked all over.

The boy kept staring at me with amused dark eyes. When I looked at him with tears in my eyes, he whispered, “Go away…”

He was so white and thin. How could I leave him? So, I padded to him, trying to avoid dried and moist rivulets of blood on the floor. As I neared him, I saw how horribly beaten he was. “Ghost?” I called his name, as I started sobbing. “I will free you.” I stepped over him to untie his hands, but the ropes were so tight that they dug in his flesh an