The rats made noises that echoed in the small cell I spent months in... I have lost count of it, it was all but a memory fading for me, and I didn’t bother counting anymore. I just sat there in my rags for an excuse for clothing; at least I had one, and at least it kept me away from the cold. It was thick and brown like a sack but looked like a gown. It was comfortable. But the only thing that made me uncomfortable was the collar around my neck connected with a chain to the cuffs around my wrists. It made my skin itch, and the red bruises were getting deeper each time I moved, so I didn’t. I stayed as still as I could so that I wouldn’t yank it. I lay as carefully as I could on the dirt ground so that I won’t pull on it and cause myself further pain. I only slept one-sided, but I kept my eyes half open and waited whenever I was given a plate of bread. It was like this for god knows how long, waiting, staring at the blank walls, waiting for bread and water, and watching as the sun rose and set from the small glimpse of light that came through from the partly broken space my hand couldn’t reach. And sometimes like this, I would wonder how I ended up here, it played, blurred, but yet it was the only memory I had. My parents left me at the age of 2; I barely remember anything then. Aimlessly walking on the streets was the only blurry image I had at that time, until I was collected when I sought food in the garbage left by others. I was taken to an orphanage where I grew up and spent most of my life. I was always alone, not joining the others when they played or talked, I was gossiped about by the others because sometimes my mind wandered... and I see things. I can still remember that day, the last contact with the outside world... "How much do you want her for? I will sell her for any amount." "Is that so?" the mysterious man said, leveling his gaze on me.. I leveled my orbs and clenched my skirt tightly. His blue eyes were unsettling, and I knew they had no good intentions for me. "I will purchase her the.n" "Good luck," she said without any faint of sentiment for me, yanking me towards the stranger. I wouldn’t blame her because she never liked me as much as everyone in that orphanage. I was the witch and the ominous girl, she said, because of me. Upon my arrival, this place had never thrived, and she was right. Why else would my parents abandon me too... The moment I was brought in, I had my face covered in a bag, and the next thing I knew, I was in this very cell, given food of any size, and kept away from the world. It’s been months since I last saw the man with blue eyes who purchased me or anybody. My food was mostly brought to me when I was asleep, from a small box space where my plate slid through. No contact with anyone has been made, and I began to wonder why... But I wasn’t complaining... I never protest about anything in my life because what was said of me was always right... and it was no use, for I have given up on myself. I don’t believe in hope, compassion, or safety, because I have never experienced any of those. I don’t mind staying like this until death takes me... death would be a grace for me and a blessing. Maybe I should starve myself? I pulled my knees to my chest as I thought of ways to give myself peace. It’s funny how these thoughts get to me after spending months in this cell... maybe it was time... time for me to give up on life... It is decided then... I shall give myself the peace that I have desperately sought... maybe heaven will be pleasant for me than this sad excuse of a world. *Loud Clang Sound* I raised my head at the new sound, I had never heard of that before, and just by it all thoughts I had earlier vanished. My eyes trembled as the sound got louder. Why does it sound like the doors are finally getting open? I was right because for the first time in a month, the door badge opened and bright light slipped in... to the point I used my hand to block it, it was so bright and my eyes were temporarily blinded by it. "It is time, my precious." That voice... sounds familiar. I removed my hand because a shadow was upon me now that blocked the light away, and blue eyes captured me, the same eyes that bought me months ago. "It is time to make yourself useful and show me your worth."