Chapter Two: Desolate
How many days have passed since I arrived on this cursed island? The rain falls steadily outside; the sky is the same color as my life.
I lay in bed day after day, watching the spiders crawl in from outside my window. I am no longer an inhabitant of this room; I am this room. The same as the table and chairs. An inanimate object; I have no emotions. I am unmoving; the only shred of humanity that I hang onto is eating. But once I stop breathing, I will be this room, in name as in reality.
The priestess, Claudia, insists that we walk every day; "To keep my strength up," she says. But what good is life when your soul is dead?