Henry sat in the pile of filth that he had become accustomed to. He looked up through the grated hatch, and saw the light of the sun shining into his cell. He climbed the sink, and reached for the grated hatch. He managed to grab hold of it, and began to shake, push, and pull at it. He wanted out of this hellish nightmare. Near to his cell, a guard heard the shaking of the metal grate. The guard walked over, and saw the ten year-old boy trying to open his cell hatch.

The guard laughed quietly, then a little louder, then louder, until he was cackling. "You're not getting out of that hole!" The guard boomed, slamming his foot down onto Henry's fingers. Henry let go of the grate, screaming in agony. He then fell to the floor, and curled up into a ball, crying. Henry was going to get out of there one day. Henry cried for hours, until he eventually fell asleep.

The next day, Henry woke up and tired to get to the grate again.

But the guard just stomped on Henry's fingers again.

Henry then began carving words into the walls of his cell with a rock in his cell. The words he carved included, "HELP", "I WANT TO DIE", and "PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE".

But then one day, Henry heard footsteps approaching. They were getting louder, and faster.

He looked through the grated hatch, and saw his mother.

His mother screeched, "GET HIM THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!!!".

Some of the staff quickly got the key and yanked Henry out of the hole.

Henry ran to the front door of the building.

He ran, and ran, and ran. He kicked the front door open, and was nearly blinded by the sunshine.

Henry took in a long deep breath of the fresh air, and saw a car sitting in front of the building.

His father was in the car.

He stumbled towards the car. He couldn't wait to go home.