my lips are chapped and faded
I gasped for breath and clawed away at the cement walls that hold my spirit within as panic flooded my systems. 578 days since the incident.
578 days in Hell.
"Tyler." I heard a faint whisper, I withdraw myself from the wall and enter a fetal position, it's how I react. "I won't hurt you, I promise." A soft voice filled my ears, I didn't trust him.
"You should, I deserve to be hurt. I need to pay for what I did." I muttered through cracked lips, he narrowed his eyes, "Josh I hurt you, you deserve revenge."
"Don't be silly Tyler." Was his reply, I was confused.
"I'm not real."
