I was in a room, a dark room. I had a strange feeling I had seen it before. It was little more than a box room - it was dark and grimy and small and clostrophobic and gave the impression that the walls were closing in. Every time I touched the walls I felt slime, dirt, death. How had I got here? When I realised that their was no excape I nelt on the ground and scrunched up my eyes and did deep thinking.
Where do I recognise this place from?
Why do I feel such a dark connection with the place?
Why the fuck am I here?
After delving into the deepest depths of my mind, I realised I was in my uncle's box room. It usually had the lights on, but it was definately that. Why were the walls all slimy, though? How does this happen to a 14 year old girl whose life has no meaning anymore? One minute I was living normal life, and then I am in a room with no lights and slime and mystery and memories. Not happy memories.
My uncle used to beat me.