Useless

Author's Note: This is a paragraph about a girl/boy who is scared and injured. What I want you to look for in this paragraph is the word choices I use.


My body shivered in pain, blood seeping slowly out of my wounds. The dark room was damp and secluded. “How did I get myself into this?” I asked myself. The rooms door opened creaking as it was talking to me. Light from the next room pierced my eyes, making me squint “Are you ready to talk?” a strange man like voice asked me. I didn’t answer positioning myself upward. “I guess not” the strange man said with a irritated tone. Footsteps got closer to me making me shiver once more. The man gripped tight onto my collar shooting me up from the ground. Uncomfortable pain shot in my bloody wounds. I was helpless, I couldn’t even stand up on my own two feet. At this point I didn’t care if I died. “Now do you wish to talk?” He asked again sounding more angry than before.  “No..” I replied with the strength I had left. The man grunted and threw me to the ground. I cried in pain grabbing hold of my Injuries. “Your useless” His heavy footsteps returned to the door, slamming it behind him.