I never knew the person who changed me. I never saw his face. But I felt the burn through every vein of my body. I tossed and turned as the pain scorched my body. I felt that this was surely torture. Who would do this, why? But then I knew that whoever had did this to me had saved my life. It was either this or death. Although this did feel like death.
My death had almost come to me as my abuser locked me away and left me. He burnt the joint down. He had tried to burn me alive. My abuser was evil. I couldn't understand his cruelty. Bruises covered my arms, But then I spotted a bitemark. This was the burning pain. Some creature had bitten me.
Was I going to die? Twilight-mad123 17:02, July 28, 2010 (UTC)