Where am I? It's the stupidest question in the world. Where am I? Who am
I? I forget these days: It's easy to forget when you haven't heard it in so
long. The nicest I've heard in awhile is "Bitch."
I've no longer know how long I've been away. My mind stretches minutes into days, days into years. Three times a day, the door opens up and I am given food. It's not much, but to see light again, ah how good it feels! I suppose I could keep track of the intervals but I have nothing to keep track with.
It is dark. Always dark. I can't tell if the sun's setting or rising. When they first shoved me in here, I panicked and lashed at the sides like a wildcat. I succeeded only in tiring myself. Now several days later, I no longer fight. I am as weak as a mouse, huddled in a corner praying for light.
I am trapped in a vacuum, existing far from the reaches of time and reality. Outside, cities could collapse and comets could crash into the Earth and I wouldn't know about it. I only know of half-whispered voices, shafts of light, and food brought in three times a day.
I don't know why I'm here; I don't know who my captors are. Any attempt to get answers has been met with scorn and derision. "Mutie, Mutie," They call me. I have tried to escape, but I have nothing to escape with(where would I go(where am I(
This captivity has more been a battle of wits with my mind. It has been a struggle to remain sane; my mind creates such gruesome pictures that I wonder if I'll ever get out. The pictures were strongest at the beginning when I was strongest but as I get weaker, so do the pictures. Now it's almost a complete blank which is both comforting and terrifying.
Those images(they were so vivid sometimes. Sometimes I would see myself back in Kenya(I could smell the rare scent of the veld and watch as the sky turned purple as the sun set.
I don't know what happened. I attended the circus, then went and bought a magazine at a 7-11. I start walking back when all of a sudden(my world goes black.
If you are reading this, please help me! I don't know how much longer I can stand!
I've no longer know how long I've been away. My mind stretches minutes into days, days into years. Three times a day, the door opens up and I am given food. It's not much, but to see light again, ah how good it feels! I suppose I could keep track of the intervals but I have nothing to keep track with.
It is dark. Always dark. I can't tell if the sun's setting or rising. When they first shoved me in here, I panicked and lashed at the sides like a wildcat. I succeeded only in tiring myself. Now several days later, I no longer fight. I am as weak as a mouse, huddled in a corner praying for light.
I am trapped in a vacuum, existing far from the reaches of time and reality. Outside, cities could collapse and comets could crash into the Earth and I wouldn't know about it. I only know of half-whispered voices, shafts of light, and food brought in three times a day.
I don't know why I'm here; I don't know who my captors are. Any attempt to get answers has been met with scorn and derision. "Mutie, Mutie," They call me. I have tried to escape, but I have nothing to escape with(where would I go(where am I(
This captivity has more been a battle of wits with my mind. It has been a struggle to remain sane; my mind creates such gruesome pictures that I wonder if I'll ever get out. The pictures were strongest at the beginning when I was strongest but as I get weaker, so do the pictures. Now it's almost a complete blank which is both comforting and terrifying.
Those images(they were so vivid sometimes. Sometimes I would see myself back in Kenya(I could smell the rare scent of the veld and watch as the sky turned purple as the sun set.
I don't know what happened. I attended the circus, then went and bought a magazine at a 7-11. I start walking back when all of a sudden(my world goes black.
If you are reading this, please help me! I don't know how much longer I can stand!