She sits on her bed, a grimy filthy foam pad on a rickety metal frame, crying, begging, pleading for death. She used to pray that her mom and dad would find her, prayed that the bad men would let her go, begged them for one peaceful night alone. She shivers from the cold, snow drifting past her barred window. She was tired, so very tired of this life of hers. Tonight though she did not cry, for she had a feeling that on this night everything would change. The noise that usually came through her door that was created by the men that kept her, was absent. She got up off her bed and walked towards the door wondering what was going on. There was always noise, tv always baring, men always talking in a language she did not know, glassed or metal being shattered or banged. But now there was nothing.
She reached out her hand to try the knob, maybe this time it will be unlocked, but she did not have to try it this time. The door swung open, slowly on its own accord. She stood there in shock not understanding what was going on. No man came through to drag her out or to force her down on the bed. Instead what came through the door was a black dog. The dog looked at her, tongue hanging out, and barked at her. He walked over to her, tail wagging and sniffing her all about. He licks her hand a few times, walks towards the door, looks back at her and barks.
She walks towards the dog, as if her feet were not her own but she knew that was not true because she wanted to follow the dog. He leads her out the door, through the room she hated the most, where the men had been, where they had tortured her. The dog leads her out the front door of the building she had been kept in for what seemed like forever. She was now standing on the a sidewalk, a sidewalk she knew very well. The heat from the summer air warming her, melting away last few years of her captive life. She knew this sidewalk for she had scraped her knee on it so many times from learning how to roller skate she knew where all the bumps were. The dog sitting at the corner, barks at her and trots down the opposite sidewalk, out of the girls sight. She chases after the dog wanting to thank it, to throw her arms around it and cry from joy. When she gets to the corner and looks down the sidewalk where the dog had gone, he is not there. Instead she sees the lights of a car pulling into the driveway of the house closes to her. She runs towards the car and the people getting out of it. For the people were the ones she had prayed to see one more time.