Not to long a go there was a girl. She had long brown hair, brown eyes and ghostly pale skin.

She had nothing.

everyone and everything was lost, taken, and forgotten.

No one knew her. 
legally, she did not exist.

She forgets nothing, and regrets everything. Her gun rest on her hip, her knife in her hand. 
Bleeding and dying, she felt nothing. 
Memories past by in her mind; family, friends, purpose. But as quickly as they came, there yanked away.

She isn't allowed to think or to wander. She can only regret the things she's done.

But finally her wish has been granted. 
As her blood flows out onto the cold ground, she knows it's done. 
She forgets everything and regrets nothing.

She's happy for that small moment. 
She smiles and sings until she can no longer see. 
She dreams for the first time in years. 
A dream, she will never come back from...

A dream, of death.

I've been here for three- no.. Um four weeks... I think. I've lost all track of time.
My throat's sore and dry from screaming so much. I can hardly think straight from lack of water and food. It's hard to talk or to even breath without something in my body hurting.

This is what I get for being a prisoner of war... Most of us aren't ever found, I'll just be another loss..

As time goes by its harder to even think of ever being free. It's been six months, or seven. I can't remember. I'm just barely alive.

I no longer scream, or even cry because it's too hard to make a simple sound. I haven't talked in months. I can't recall anything beyond this.
It stings, It always stings

I.. I can't even walk, or stand on my own. I haven't seen the day light in so long... They keep the black sack on me 24/7 to make sure I know nothing and I see no one.

This is the first time I've wished death over life... I can still hear the screams of others.. I can't stand this...

I'm going insane from this, I hear only shouts and screams of others. I don't remember my name or who I use to be. Just the lie of what I am told.

I'm basically a soul with no life. I can no longer function like a normal human being. I can't be who I was. I never will be the same.

As I feel every ache and every cut on my body, I shake, my body freaks out and I can't control it. The cut was to deep and My hearing is fading.

I hear shout and feel some men grab me, yanking me from the chair. I feel someone put pressure to my abdomen and a thing of pain shoots through me.

I black out and for once, I feel... Free. And happy.

I wake up to a bright light, it hurts and I can hardly open them. I hear voices but I can understand them. Their... Normal. No, not normal... Familiar.

"How-... She-... Alive.. "

My hearing kept fading and I could only make out a couple of words.

But one thing was for sure, I knew I was free.

Someone had gotten Me out. I may never be normal but I will survive...

I will share my story and help other's who are trap...

I am no longer a Prisoner of War, I am free.