Day 08:
I felt both irritable and flat. The long enduring silence had not been punctured since Cal left yesterday afternoon – aside from my stomach sounding like a dying whale. I hurt all over as well. From what? I wasn't sure. Maybe it was simply from sleeping on the hard floor. I seemed to be developing these open sores on my elbows, wrists and shoulder from lying so long on the ground.
Every now and then I thought I heard a noise outside the door, but I didn't know if Cal had come back or if I was imagining things. I was stuck in a hellhole and I couldn't get out; didn't know whenor even if I'd get out.
My hunger was one thing, but the dead-quiet was entirely another.
