Another whip. Another punch. Silence. No hope left. Another kick. Covered in mud and dirt. Her bare back was covered in scars, some ages old, some fresh and open and they were growing in numbers. All she could hear was laughter and ignorance. She could feel the steps of the ground. She felt like sge was choking, the air was toxic. All hope had left her for the life she wanted and as she was about to take her last breath she saw a group of people that were different from the ones hurting her. They were smiling, there was hope in their eyes and as she grabbed the hand reaching out to her she gained courage to just keep going on for a little longer.