11 Watched and Plan To Escape

When I was finished with drawing, I smiled at it. It was beautiful and I was proud of it. It was half past 7 pm. I wasn't tired yet and wanted to stay up for a little while but what could I do? After thinking I took the guitar again and played some random sounds. Then I tried to play Summer Days but it was difficult. I played The kids aren't alright too but it kinda made me sad so I stopped. I put the guitar down, drank some water from the sink and brushed my teeth.

I looked through the FOB shirts on the ground and desided on the black shirt as a pyjama. I put it on and went to my bed. Laying on it I stared at the ceiling. After a while I fell asleep and woke up at 11 pm again. I turned around and tried to sleep again but something felt odd. Something made me nervous. I felt watched. Still in bed I looked up but only could see the ceiling of the cave. I stood up and got there where I could see the metal rods above me. There was standing someone but I couldn't make out who it was. I was kinda scared and anxious. Who was that? It was so dark. My heart beat was so fast. "Hey!", I screamed "who are you?", but the person ran away quickly. Damn it. I couldn't make out who it was.

Maybe it was the person dressed all in black who always gets me my food. Maybe it was one of the guys. Why would they be here watching me from above at this late time? What did they want? I was confused. I still was nervous. I got to bed but couldn't sleep.

It was 1 am when I finally fell asleep again. I woke up at 5 am in the morning, looked around but it was still dark. At my cell door was no breakfast yet. I guess that will come at 7 am. I had to wait some time. I planed on meeting the person who gets me my food. I wanted to know who it was. I wanted to try to get out. I wanted to try to escape. Maybe I could make it. Maybe I could get past the person. Out of here. Win my freedom back. See my family and friends again. Get home. Out of this misery. Out of this boredom. I slept till half past 6 am and made sure my breakfast didn't come early but there was still nothing near my cell door.

Then I stood up, brushed my teeth, drank some water from the sink and dressed in my FOB shirt with the blue dream catcher I wore on the first day when I got kidnapped and trapped in here. It made me a little nostalgic but I wanted to wear it. I sat down in the middle of my cell cave and stared between the metal rods of the cell door into the darkness. After 10 minutes I grabed my notepad and started to go through it.

There was my story about my situation and what happend, my questions, two shitty lonely poems, a few scratches, a peterick drawing, that angel worrior from yesterday and some other drawings. I also had the ones from under my bed. I thought about the knife again. I could use it to attack the person covered in all black who will come soon but that wasn't me. I wouldn't try to attack someone. I wasn't vilent. I didn't wanted to hurt anyone.