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ago. But nothing. Almost…like it was deleted, like
a bug in a program that was not supposed to exist.
Everything about this situation, was surreal.
Day 10
I had to turn the pictures in the living room around. I
think they’re watching me. I’m not going mad; they’re
definitely watching me. Hope is dying, along with my
fighting spirit. But the worst part about this perfect, oversized
house, is the silence. Only me. Only my footsteps.
Sometimes, I wish the things my brain conjured up for
me to see or hear was real. Just so I wasn’t alone anymore.
I don’t care if it’s a ghost or a serial killer anymore.
The silence…it was horrifying.
Day 19
Vivid dreams haunt me. My imagination is running wild.
A red cup keeps flashing in my mind. A party. Was I at it?
Why can’t I remember anything? Who am I? Who am I!?
I’ve stopped hammering on the door. It’s no use.
I tried staying awake once. To catch whoever is bringing
food, but I never saw them. Eventually I fell asleep,
and as I woke up, food was replenished. My hunger
was satisfied, but not my starvation for answers.
Give me something. Something.
Day 28
All alone. All alone. No one is coming. I’m all alone. All alone.
All alone. No one is coming. I’m all alone. Will I die all alone?
All alone. No one is coming. I’m all alone. All alone. All alone.
Day 32
…What is this?
As I entered the living room, the scent of spices and cookies
lured its way into my nostrils. Upon the table, a tea party was
set, two cups brimming with piping, hot liquid. I sniffed, but
couldn’t recognize the smell, which immediately made me
suspicious. Something was different today. Why though?
I heard a creak from upstairs, but as my imagination had
proved multiple times that it loved putting me through
cruel jests, I thought nothing more of it. Something must
have been different today. Why two cups? Something within
me throbbed faster, as a tiny hope reignited. Maybe
someone else was coming? I know how callous it was of
me to wish another person into this horrid situation, but
for me to go through it alone any longer…I was afraid I
wouldn’t be able to handle it…I’d even contemplated an alternative
way out. I took a quick sip, in case there was any
drug or poison in it. My fears were quelled when I tasted
the sweetness of citrus tea. It was utterly exquisite to have
something besides the diet food I’d been force fed the last
month…month…it’d already been a month in this confinement.
I couldn’t take another month, I just couldn’t.
Lately, I’d been trying to sleep as much as possible,
make time pass without having to be awake in this
madness. But my body refused, as my brain made
too much noise. So instead, I’d been exercising, doing
different exercises to keep my body in shape. It was
already pretty chiseled; and I’d like to keep it that way.
But my hair was becoming a nest of black, messy locks.
I did my routine and went to shower. I thought
the biscuits would serve me as my reward. As
I passed by the second bedroom, the door was
partly opened. I was sure I’d closed it yesterday.
Just to calm my nerves I went in to check it.
And in the bed of the second bedroom, laid another person,
a guy, sleeping soundly like the world was at peace.
Day 33
Still asleep. I couldn’t find it in myself to drag him from
the realm of dreams. Drag him into this horrid reality.
And he was alive, I’d seen his chest silently rise.
I’d descended into the lounge chair in the living room
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