Free

The hands loosened their grip.

I readjusted my rib cage and popped

it back into place.

Light-headed, I managed to stand up

and take a look at myself in the mirror.

"Who are you?"

My clothes were filthy, covered

in dirt, blood, and the debris of

shattered dreams.

My brown eyes seemed so pale and beaten.

They once contained a thin hazel ring within

the iris, but that seemed to have faded as well.

I felt weak in the knees, but that's expected

after being the victim all your life.

I left the question unanswered for a few minutes,

trying to regather myself. The hand left imprints in

my bones, left my spine crooked.

I stopped shaking.

A sadistic look came upon my face. One loud

shriek and it was gone.

"I'm not sure; but I know who I will be."