Dirty Little Secret

"Dana?" a voice calls, with a strange accent. It sounded Austrailian? Although it did sound familiar, I just couldn't put a name to the voice , it felt almost foreign. I couldn't see anything, as it was pitch dark and cold in this room. Was it even a room? I wouldn't know. The floor was cold, and felt like stone. My body was sore, and i could feel blood running down my face. Why was I so stupid? Why didn't I just listen to my brother? I should've never came here.