They were never my friends,
I was nothing to them,
I am nothing to them,
Its been 3 days since they'd come
blood from my veins still sticky on my hands, but that doesnt bother me, I havent eaten in two days...maybe they forgot. I hope they did. The air sultry, filled with smoke, not complaining though, I have a matress, a few clean clothes, a few sips of water, wet wipes to clean myself and am ecstatic to have a few pills, I cant help but chuckle at my poor attempt at a pun.
It's dark now
I can't wait till she comes back,
Footsteps...closer...closer..
The metal door opens with a long deafening screech. I dont react, I try to identify the visitors, expectant, a silhouette. A muscular silhouette. Though I wasnt expecting her I am overwhelmed with disappointment. The silhouette slides a tray with a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread and a packet of milk and surprisingly a BUNCH of magazines, I feel my spirits lifted up already.
I. Was. Unprepared. For. This. Act. Of. Kindness.
"Th-Thank You S-Sir" I stutter out
"Miss asks if you have run out of essentials", his voice filled with authority made me shudder.
"I-I have a few s-sips of water l-left" I squeak out.
The silhouette nods and leaves, closing the door with yet another deafening screech, there's a ringing in my head and a grumble in my stomach more deafening than the screech of the metal door and concrete. I devour my peanut butter sandwich. Feeling the food go down through my throat feels foreign but satisfying.
The man returns with a light, a mask covering his face, two bottles of water and a pack of wipes. He unties my legs, walks out and slams the door immediately. I still do not get why the heavy metal doors are required, I'm not planning on leaving my haven ever, I chuckle at the man's stupidity.
I love it here way more than I should
Its 12am
My 365th day in this room I like to call my haven
My 365th day since I last saw Jason
My 365th day since I went missing
My 365th day since my night with her
I really wish I could hate them,
I should be hating her
But I cant
YOU ARE READING
Stockholm
Mystery / Thrillerblood from my veins still sticky on my hands, but that doesnt bother me, I haven't eaten in two days...maybe they forgot? I hope they did. The air sultry, filled with smoke, I can't be complaining though, I have a matress, a few clothes, a few sips...
