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Waking up in the dark, hurting and cold.
My face wet with tears.
Screaming for them to let me go until my throat hurt and my voice was almost gone.
No one. No reply, no light.
Cold. Rough. Hard. Draughty.
I was lying on concrete.
I didn't know where I was or who they were.
Someone else breathing in the dark.
Would they hurt me or help me?
Who was it?
Had I imagined it?
Not sure what was worse – cold and hurting, alone in the dark, or hot and in pain, with some prick hurting me more?
It was always dark.
And out of the dark came
Fuck.