side. Thepain really was killing me. I'm going to die from blood loss. Then I pushed my self further. I walked for another hour I believe, with a bleeding wound. But I took my shirt off and wrapped it tightly around my stomach, but kept myjacket over myself.It helped for awhile but then I started to feel faint. And that eventually whathappened. I fainted. But before I could completely lose conscious, I heard thatsame amazing voice whisper,"I've been looking everywhere for you stranger." And then I felt myself being lifted and I was lost in unconscious.I was awake now but I wasn't going to open my eyes. My breathing was harsh, andI had a major headache. I took the chance to open my eyes and when I did, I sawthe most beautiful thing ever. The room was black and gold(the gold just looks like gold not actual gold). The bed I was laying in, the sheets were gold yet thecomforter black. You had black curtains around the bed that was pulled back with gold ropes. I was in a black short summer dress.I lifted the dress up and the wound were my dad stabbed me was wrapped up. I pushed my dress back down. I touched my face. My busted lip was beginning to heal,and my swollen eye wasn't as swollen before. I looked at my arms. They were better.. The bruises were pretty bad but not as bad as before. It still hurt to breathe but I managed anyway. I got out of bed and limped towards the big woodenblack and gold doors."What happened to you? You looked like hell when I found you." I know that voice.I turned around or limped around and saw him again. The same heart breaking blue. My breathing stopped but immediately started to cough. I put my hand over my mouth then when I was finish coughing blood was on my hands. I looked up at the stranger with a apologetic face."S-sorry" He shook his head, it didn't seem like it disturbed him, more like itjust pained him to see it. "Where - where am I ?" I asked a little scared. Normally I would be the one who answers the questions while someone else asks them."My place" Then all of a sudden I remembered my bag. With the little food, money, and clothes that I had in it."Where's my bag? Sir please you have to give me my bag! I do anything if you just give me my bag!" I said, starting to panic."Calm down. Calm down. Your bag is downstairs""Can I go get it? Please sir?" The best way to stay on a man's good side is to show him that you are his for the taking and that you would not disrespect him inanyway. I learned that the hard way too. I bowed even though it hurt like hell,I still bowed to him for a show of respect.I saw his feet move toward me and I stiffened. He stopped for a second then he took slower steps. He's going to hurt me. I know it. Just accept your punishmentAlly I thought to myself. He was standing in front of me know and I was startingto shake from fear and from not being able to support my weight. I could support it just not for too much longer. I feltHands on m shoulders pushing them up. I cringed and shudder at his touch. He stopped and gently took my arms and pushed me so I was no longer bowing but standing up straight."I show you were your bags are" Then took my hand gently and led me out of the room and downstairs. I was shaking the whole way, men are kind one minute then threatening the next. "Are you alright?" He asked clearly concerned. That's strange. No one was ever concerned about me. Not even my own mother. How strange."I-I'm fine sir" I said keeping my head down staring at my feet. We were downstairs about a minute later and he handed me my bag. I quickly grabbed it and sunkto the floor. I looked through it. I check my wallet, food, clothes, everything.I sighed in relief. Everything was there."Are you living on the streets dear?" The stranger asked me. I jumped but immediately fell back down. He help me up and as soon as he was done I pulled away from him.He looked hurt but regained his expression.