The Night is Darkest Just Before the Dawn

It is cold and dark in the tiny room I called my home. All I have is a toddler bed that is too small, a garbage can so I can go to the bathroom, and a teddy bear that has been missing his eyes since I was 7. I am 17 and have been locked away in this room since I was 11. I have not uttered words or sounds since I was 5 years old. My parents are abusive and wish I had never come into existence. Why my mother never had an abortion I do not know, but I really wish she would have. I get 1 meal everyday which consists of bread and water. Due to malnutrition I am about 5 feet tall and weigh only about 75 pounds. I wish I could get out of here and see the light of day once more. In my heart I believe someone will rescue me but in my head I know I will die in this room.