Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emma was exhausted, her hand had stopped bleeding, but she knew that it will need to be stitched up. Every time she breathed, a sharp pain went through her ribs. Her throat was raw from screaming for help the past few hours. Her left hand throbbed from all the useless banging she had done on the cold door. After finally admitting defeat, she could do nothing but wait. Leaning her back against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she rested her head in her crossed over arms. She went in and out of sleep, many times she jerked awake thinking she heard something. Every time, fresh tear trickled down her face. Trying not to completely loose it, she started to sing the song Dream a Little Dream of Me. It was her favorite song to sing when she felt sa
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