My head pounded as I slowly tried to open my eyes. Fluttering my eyelids I rubbed my sore forehead. I licked my lips for more moister. Eyeing my surroundings I panicked. I don't remember what happened on my way towards work, but all I knew was it wasn't any good. Sitting up from the dirty run down bed, I winced at the pain in my leg. Looking down I gasp, as a tear rolled down my cheek. There was blood on my leg with a huge gap cut. My lip started to quiver. Where was I? Why was I here? Taking my gaze off my bleeding leg I lifted my head to look at my surroundings, I'd notice I was in some type of cell. There was only a dirty bed, a bucket in the far right corner and a huge steel door blocking my exit. The first thing that came to my mind was to sob. And I did. I have no idea where I was a

