I was locked up and tortured for days with nothing but a single book and a broken pen nothing but a dark silent room filled with insects rugs and rats nothing but an empty mind and a empty stomach. I decided to use the last of my pen ink to write my last ever story because death was what I'll overcome, Writing this story gave me life made me feel alive and strengthen my mind towards livivg. Writing about my late native life style brought me to tears,even though i had no family or freinds.As the door of this forbidden dungeon slowly creeked I pulled up to the corner of the room the door creeked again and i watched with anxiety because someone was entering the door finally opened, The person was wearing big black boot a loud sound occurred and without another sound he pulled across the room towards the door in a room with the lights are as bright as day, I was surprised to see other children my age was there but they where all recruting into another room which leads to another and another when we finally got out the door i got to see the light of day once more the loud alarm became louder then it all went white......
