Chapter12

#Chapter12

/"I’m sorry./"

I muttered against the door, my tears had dried against my cheeks and all that was left of me was the chipped nails on my fingertips, half of them had snapped against the door as I’d tried to claw my way out of this deadly silent and dark room. It was so quiet that I could hear my heart pumping in my chest, who would’ve thought that three days would feel like an eternity when you were locked in a room with nothing and no one but your corrupted thoughts. And the monitors, I couldn’t forget the monitors, the more I stared at them, the more it felt like they were staring back at me.

My oh so kind captor had generously removed the comment section from the screen so that I couldn’t distract myself with the comments, instead, all that was on the screens were myself, my very shallow and pathetic self. Was that what he was trying to do? To show me my true self? To allow me to see me for I am, a weak crippled soul.