CHAPTER FIFTY SIX - IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS

AALIYAH

A sharp buzz woke me from my slight slumber as i instinctively tried to stand,

-forgetting i had clothing in my mouth and a rope around my arms and legs that held firmly around a thick metallic rod that stood up right at the furthermost corner of the dark poorly aerated room i was held captive.

Story of my life, now.

And each day i was forced to wake up with this agonizing pain that pierced into my chest and the numbness in my hands and feet.

Diane groaned as she slouched against the wall, blood had rushed from her hands and into her face as she sounded in pain.

And speaking of pain, i was beyond that and the agony, i hadn't had any of my antiretrovirals in days and i looked a mess.

My inconsistent feeding and captivity had me shed a handful of weight and i didn't know if it were only my imaginations that some of my hair pulled