only she can

cold and damp,
the air is piercing,
were have i gone?,
and what is this weekling?,
the one who is curld in a corner,
as it tries to stand its legs unfolnd beneith it,
it diceids to just let fait take its corse,
if it dies it dies,
but let death come soon,
the chains around its ankles hurt,
the slice to its face bleeds,
burning lava leeks from it to its eyes,
so it closes them,
it wonders were it is,
alone and afraid,
afraid to move,
to to struggle,
afraid to breath,
what is this place?,
it asks to its self..,
slowly it opens its eyes,
a peirceing darkness befolds around it,
it panics swiping stiff hands over its eyes,
it screems in pain feeling only holes,
the chains too short pull it back,
it falls painfully to the floor,
with a stomach turning "thud",
it remebers all the things it took for granet,
its mothers warmth,
its friends laghs,
its warm bed,
that is all replaced now,
no wormth,
no laghs,
onley a cold damp stone floor,
chains cutting deep into its skin,
its sides heaveing from the fall,
a door opens and something walks in,
soft hands unlatch the chains and pulls it to its feet,
the soft hands move across its face,
its falls with another agonizeing "thud",
as it relizes its eyes were returnded,
the soft hands help it up once agin sighing little,
it focuses in on the face befor it,
a girl..,
quit pritty..,
then it relizes its seen this face before,
it was so close yet so far away,
a blinding light is all that it can remeber now,
and that she was the only one who could save her,
from herself...