Thank BG-13 for always supporting my crazy ideas and for revisions as always...

I was running. I ran as far and as fast as my legs would carry me. I had escaped. I had finally escaped that hell. I was never going back. Never. For the last year I had been tortured psychically, mentally...sexually. I couldn't take it anymore. I'd had to get out.

Tarrlok had fallen asleep and I'd made my grand escape, grabbing his keys. He normally never had them with him but the idiot hadn't been as careful today. Amon had been out, probably at an Equilsit rally. He wouldn't have been back for hours.

I only finally allowed myself to collapse when my lungs felt ready to burst and my legs would no longer support me. That's when it hit me. I was free. They couldn't get me. It had been so long...

My emotions came crashing down on top of me, every emotion I'd been holding back spilled out of me as my nails scrapped against the ground. I cried but no tears fell. I had none left to shed. I was empty, nothing, a disgrace. No one would want me after this, no one. I wasn't worthy of the title I had once owned. Truth be told I never had been.

My body began to shake, not from the cold but from the drugs that raced through my system. They'd had kept me drugged for so long that my body actually craved it, wanted it and it made me sick. It made me sick. I wanted everything to go away. I felt dirty, filthy, disgusting. And I knew no matter how hard I scrubbed, till my skin was scrapped off from the force, it wouldn't matter. I would never be clean again.

Those bastards had made sure of that.

I looked to my side and saw the broken remains of a beer bottle. I bit my lip as I slowly reached out for a shard of the brown and dirty glass. It would be quick, I told myself, holding the shard above my wrist. I could do it.

There were times when I could've fought back harder. I'd even had the opportunity to kill them. I could've done it. I could've used the Avatar State. But I hadn't.

No one could possibly love me after they found out. I was alone. I would always be alone. Not even my parents would want me now...

The events that had happened only earlier that day played in my mind.

"What are you crying for?" Tarrlok hissed in my ear. "You want this. Say it." His grip tightened on me, causing a whimper to escape. "You want me."

"I want you," I had replied.

I shut my eyes against the memory and shook my head, trying to rid myself of it, pretend it hadn't happened. But I knew it had. I could feel my stomach twisting as I recalled every sweaty detail vividly. I couldn't get it out of my head no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't.

I took sharp breaths as the glass sliced deeply into my wrist and then the other. When the deed was done I dropped the glass and waited for death to come.

I had tried this once before. But Tarrlok had interrupted and my punishment had been... I couldn't, wouldn't go back to that memory. Not now that I was finally going to get the peace that I craved, that I longed for.

The next Avatar would be fine. They wouldn't be as weak as I was. They would be better for this world. I closed my eyes and waited.

Only a few minutes passed before I heard a voice, calm and reassuring. opened my eyes and found a man crouching in front of me, close enough so I could hear him but far enough away so I wouldn't be uncomfortable. There was concern reflected in his amber eyes.

"Hey," he said. "I'm Mako. I'm here to help." I shook my head. I didn't want to be helped. I couldn't be helped. "I won't hurt you, I promise. There's a hospital nearby. Please, let me help you."

I took in short breaths before the sobbing began again. I felt him pull me toward him before he bandaged my wrists. He placed an arm behind my back and behind my knees and lifted me up. I heard him say soothing words. Words I didn't deserve.

A/N: I don't know what to tell you guys...came to mind...