I see myself.
I see my wandering eyes in the dark, like a lost child among a crowd of strangers.
I don't remember when it started. Maybe it's because the first nights seemed tangled like dreams.
Dreams that were connected to reality. Like a drug that loses its effect over time.
And over time, the reality intensifies. And with that, I realized that there are forms. Forms passing around me.
As he gained confidence, he grew in courage. Now they are everywhere. I really can't see them. I know.
But I can feel them. Like one feels the smell before the rain. Yes, I can't see them, but I know they are here. here with me...
I see myself.
I see my eagerness and desperation to know what they want from me. I see that my answers prove to be baseless.
I try to understand in every way, but can't understand. They don't talk to me, but I know they are around. Watching, waiting, watching.
Watching my conscience fade away as the uninterrupted nights of terror continue. They wish for it. They enjoy it.
It's all just a game. They won't stop until my mind goes blank, and fear takes over all my senses.
I know that now there is nothing worse than that, not even death itself. I don't want to lose myself in their world.
I don't want to take it anymore. I want reality, no matter how hard it is. And so, I need to survive. Yes I want...
I see myself.
I see my feet running. I see that they are behind me. He realized that I would not bow down to his wish.
He realized that instead of continuing with this torture, I would risk death myself. They are holding me. I can't see them. But they are holding me. My hands are placed behind my back.
I ache all over. They are stronger than me. Big. They won't give me a second chance. He had enjoyed himself. They have already got what they wanted.
They have played with my body for a long time because there was nothing left. There is nothing more to do. I can't see them.
But I see myself.
I see that my wrist is broken in half. I watch my torso contract during aggression. I watch my last vein of strength shatter in a weak cry. I see that my jaw is broken and all that is left of my mouth is dripping with blood. I see my own body falling on the ground...
I see myself as he left me. Tears are not to be shed. Because there is nothing left in me. Just the fear of that memory.
I only see myself and the pains I have gone through. Because I know they didn't want me to see them. I knew it from the beginning. When they blindfolded me.
