4. Guilt
I lay on my back, staring at the dark ceiling of the dark room, in the dark castle, in the dark world. I must have done something to deserve this. It must be my fault. If I hadn't done something wrong then this wouldn't be happening to me, would it? It must be punishment for something. What had I done wrong? Who was punishing me? I felt awful knowing that whoever I had been deserved this hell. I guessed I hadn't been a good person after all if this was what I'd had coming to me. I almost cried in remorse over whatever it had been that I had done. It was all my fault and this was my personal hell for it.