Dark is all I see. Staring at the light coming in through the window on the wall, I am reminded of the life outside this cell. It has been. . . years. As far back as my weary mind will let me remember.
Things were different, yes, things were much different out there.
But how?
These walls surround me, no way out. The only door in the cell is covered in mold, the handle on the outside, as far as I can tell.
The concrete walls are old and grimy, with blood splattered in areas.
I don't remember how I got here, and I can't get out.
When I think about it, I wonder if I am safer here. No one can hurt me here. I won't be hurt anymore...
Why am I worried about it? Why am I here anyway? Who... am I?
I try to move, but feel heavy.
Chains. . . Yes, I am chained to this wall.
I fall to the ground, and lay in fetal. Cold. Hungry. Bitter. Confused.
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