The room was cast with dark shadows created by the silver gleam of the moon. I could make out a vanity and mirror adjacent to the bed. Shuffling and footsteps came from the other side of the door. A bright yellow beam shone through the crack on the bottom. Whispered voices disrupted the quiet. Shadows blocked the beam of light as someone grab the door handle.
I clenched the side of the bed and propped myself up on my good elbow. Please God let it be my parents. The knob turned and three manly shadows entered. I held my breath. One flicked the lights on.
I gasped at the sight of the three guys from earlier. My hands shielded my eyes as they adjusted to the brightness. I scrambled to get myself out of bed and panicked when I couldn’t stand because of my condition. The pain in my right foot was crippling. I fell to the floor with a cry of agony. I clutched my calf trying to squeeze the ache away. As the guys moved toward me I crawled backward into a corner. Like a caged animal at the zoo they stared at me. I began to cry.