She is dead.
I don't remember what she was called. Called. Was there something else they called her? Did I call her something?
I remember she could see. Sight. What was that? Is it something else other than this black? I only see black. I can't even talk. It's the food. I remember her saying once that they put something in our food, and that's what made us blind. She didn't eat, so that's why she died. But she could see. Should I stop eating? Maybe I'll see to.
Who was I? What did I do? How old am I? What day is it? They make us work all the time, then they feed us, the we sleep together on the floor. The stuff that covers me...cloth? Is that what it is? Dirty. I can't remember anything about me, not even my name. I can't even remember my name. I know I am not a boy. What is the opposite of a boy?
Why do they do this? What made them hate us so much that they chain us? Blind us? Did we hate them? Did we kill them? Do we deserve this? What did the upper world look like? Are there more of them up there? In the...the bright light?
I hate them. I want to...kill them. I can't see them, but I can hear them, I can smell them. I have something sharp hidden behind a rock. Maybe I can kill one. Pay for her death. Pay for all of them.