I’d imagined the worst scenarios of how I could get out of the stinky basement but all in vain.
I’d never see the sunset, the last sun rays that touched my skin were from the day I tried to escape .
I’d close my eyes and imagine them dancing on my skin, and that made me smile sometimes.
I had nothing good in life, except the pregnancy which I’d bet if they allowed me to keep it.
I’d prayed countless times, cried yet my prayer felt insignificant in the eyes of the Lord.
I prayed until i no longer believed that he listened to my prayers, I gave up, on everything, on ever trying to get out of there, on seeing the sun again, on having my body, on allot of things, but generally on life.
Until that fateful day. As I sat there in the darkness, listening to the squeaking of the rats as
