Solitary Confinement--Josh Rooks
My first impression was that it was dark, very dark, whereever I was. In the distanec, I could hear water dripping. The air was damp, but stale. I knew not where I was. A clanging sound rang out far away, followed by a grating sound. I fel cold. Scared.
Pleas were being called out, somehow I heard them. My eyes, in this confinement, were as blind as though being drenched in acid. Hours passed, yet I had no way of telling the time, there were no windows in my hell. I didnt know whether I wa alive and dreaming, or dead and remembering. Through sheer will power, I lurched over, falling to a floor that seemed a thousand miles away. Pain erupted everywhere in my body. With the pain came one of my few clear-headed moments. Yes, I still had a body, i was still alive. But I was alone, so very alone.
Limght blossomed in the room I was in, and a doorway appeared to me. A silhoutte materialized in the doorway. I was on a floor, dank, dark, and musky. The figure dropped something with a crash, and kicked it atme, smashing me in the face. As the figure closed the door, I could faintly see the word 'lunch' printed out on a small index card. My stomach dropped out from below me, the food, unappetizing as is, became even more so. The room was dark once again, and I was alone once more.
I imagine I was in solitary confinement, from the brief, bright light I had I could see as much. Lunch did appeal to me, so I pushed it away as hard as I could, whih wasnt very.
Hours passed, and I drifted in and out of conscienceness. I awoke by being dragged out of my room, my cell. "Get up," instructed a harsh voice. "Your time's up, get out."
How long had I been in there? I didnt know, they, my guards and captors, wouldnt tell me. My sentence was up, my sanity gone.