Who wants to run Away?

Turning the gaze to my side the lady who was dressing the girl beside me the same girl whom they were giving a bath as if she was conscious now. Now she had her eyes barely open one lady was holding her by her arm making her stay still on her two feet.

Brown hair short hair reaching just below her shoulder, skin plain as white sheet lips turned purple along with a cut on the corner of her lips. My eyes scanning the girl from head to toe just to see the cut long marks of something like a belt or wimp all over her arms.

"ple-please let m-me go" soft voice whimpering repeatedly. The tears falling from the corner of her eyes.

"There girls are the real trouble"

"Sure I wouldn't have been doing this if it didn't run down my family all over the centuries"

Turning my gaze away from her back at my hands staring at my wrist, bitting my lips slowly guiding my right hand over my left-hand cuff. Fingers tip tracing upon the rusted part.