Prologue
She could hear footsteps behind the door.
It's the only sound she hears these days.
It's so quiet now.
Sometimes, she imagines she's still back home. Sometimes, for just a few seconds, when she wakes up, she can actually believe that nothing ever happened.
She remembers when they first brought her here. They didn't give her time to think about it. Despite her protestation and her cries, they simply pushed her in and left her alone. Her heart heavier than it had ever been, she watched as they closed the heavy metal door. Little did she know that this would be her new "home". She's been here for about 5 years now. Sometimes she wonders if it would've made a difference if she had known how long she would be stuck there.
Closing her eyes, she runs her fingers over the rough wall.
SheI doesn't feel the change of time. Time is meaningless here, now that they took away the only thing that was keeping her sane.
She's not in such bad shape, really.
Often she thinks of him, Eric. Every time it brings an ache to her heart, even after all these years. Sometimes, she wonders if he aches as she does. Sometimes she wonders if he remembers her at all.
Sometimes, she closes her eyes and pretends that she's back home, that she's that girl again.
Sometimes...sometimes, it hurts to live.