I now lay on my floor.

Looking up at my ceiling.

Fighting back the tears.

The one solo bulb flickers softly.

Lighting up and darkening my world.

The clocks faint ticking- reminder of how our time is running out.

The pain is horrible but it'll be worst if I move.

The one window.

Looking out on the stars.

Telling everyone theirs still hope.

The glass shards cutting into my hands.

The buzzing of the power point- unsafe world- eerily it calls.

The blood taste in my mouth-

Choking my hope.

The rotting hardwood floors creak every so often.-

Someone is always watching.

My vision blurred by reality and tears.

The branches on the trees slowly scrap at the wall.-

Someone always wants to get in.

My irregular breathing is quietly dying.

My heart- pounding, fighting against my body.

The door suddenly starts to move.

Footsteps seem far away but the new pain tells different.

I yell, but it goes unheard

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Shhh! You hear that? Nothing, silences.

The pain is gone and so is my room.