It turns out I am living my very own nightmare from hell and my life has barely even begun.

I sit up from my miserable antics and lean into a dream of a normal, happy life with a normal happy family. No chance.

I have been stuck in this nightmare for what would have to be around two years. I need to move on, get out of this runt and make a life for myself. I can't leave myself stuck in this life for any longer, not one more day.

There is something however, I cannot bring myself to do. Forget.

Forget all the mistakes I have made.

Even though it's in the past, it is also the reason I have ended up in this mess in the first place. There is no one left in my life. No family, friends or home. And yet all I wanted was to have someone or anyone to care and love for me.

Suddenly, my wishful thinking is disturbed when I hear footsteps gaining fast. I snap myself back to reality and take a glance up into the stubborn darkness. I look around but no one is there, the footsteps have stopped and I am once again pushed into silence. I sink my head into my arms and sulk.

Even if there was someone lurking in the dark, I really couldn't care less. What more could they do to me to make my life any more terrible? Nothing.

I was sitting alone in a dark empty lane way. Any one passing would be crazy to have any interest in me.

To be honest, if I was murdered here tonight, I can't say I would be disappointed. The pain I've been through is bad enough, any other pain with be nothing. I sit bewildered in my imagination staring up through the crack of the two buildings towards the dark night sky.

I shudder when a cool breeze swipes past my face. I briskly pull my legs closer to my chest in order to trap any heat and I glance around. Everything is as per usual. I'd almost grown accustomed to this laneway. You could say it provided almost a sense of comfort on the long days and even longer nights. High up on the thirteenth floor in the building to the right, must have been a boys room. I like to imagine a teen boys room around the age of 16. Every night the lights of the computer shine through the window and into the night. Sometimes, colourful lights dance around the room almost as if there were a disco taking place. It almost reminds me of life a long time ago.

Suddenly I was wrenched out of my imagination and any sense of safeness I had was drawn out of me. I scream as something strikes me in the side of my stomach, and a pain so wild and unimageable rips through me. My sight blurs, and I feel myself unable to get enough air to even breath or scream.

I can't see what is happening around me, I can't hear. I feel like all my senses are overwhelmed and I feel as though I could pass out at any moment.

There is a small tingle at my toes and fingers and quite suddenly, the pain begins to dissipate into nothing. My body feels like it is floating amongst a sense of numbess. I fall asleep.

That was all I remember.

Coldness and darkness greets me when I awaken, as well as the humble whispering of two unfamiliar men. Unable to open my eyes, I lay uncomfortably on the lap of some man, I presume. I listen in to the whispering but can't make sense of anything being said. I don't care what is happening, so I just lay.

Soon I bring myself to opening my eyes and I surprisingly glance up to a strangely handsome male. Not what I expected, to say the least. He was about the same age as me, with a face as white as the moon, yet lips as deep and red as blood. He was looking down at me with a smirk on his face. Glancing at the man in the passenger seat, he excitedly states, "She's awake!"