The walls in the room echo
I yell for help and I hear my own plea
The white walls make the blood stains pop out
Hand prints over the blood pool of the last girl
I curl in the corner scared

The walls echo
My plea and the last breath of the dead girl
The only other witness to her demise
And my captivity

The white blood marked walls
Keep the noise away
Keep my plea from escaping its depths

I wish the other girl behind the wall could know
That I can't hear her plea

The echoing walls make my bloody hand print visible for no one to see