(Harlow)
The first thing I noticed was the smell.
Damp wood. Dirt. Something old and closed up that hadn't been opened in a long time.
I didn't open my eyes right away. Just lay there and tried to figure out where I was and what had happened and why my hand felt like something had taken it apart and put it back together wrong.
Then it came back.
The street. The van. The side door opening. Being thrown in. The floor. The pain.
I opened my eyes.
The ceiling above me was wooden planks with gaps between them. Gray light coming through. Rain hitting the roof in a low constant sound.
I was on the floor. Dirt floor. No bed. No blanket. Nothing.
I sat up.
The room was small. Four walls of old wood. No windows. One door on the far side. The only light came through the gaps in the walls an
