I had jumped up when I heard a voice and looked to where it came from. Someone in a dark colored out fit stood there with his hands up at me and I watched him. "Don't hurt me," I whimpered weakly and cowered back into the floor and under the table. I was in a state of mind that still lingered in the nightmare, thinking that I just woke up somewhere dangerous. I curled up in a ball under the table. Hiding from what pain would follow.<br/><br/>That was all I said, 'Don't hurt me,' over and over again as I rocked back and forth in my ball form. I covered my ears to try and prevent anything happening to my ears anymore. The pain from the memory remained in my ears from when they were cut. I sobbed more as I touched my scarred cropped ears. They felt warm and with the cold sweat, they felt as if they were bleeding. Making me shake.