Two days, it has been two days since I have seen anyone other than the old woman who drops off my meals. I am becoming claustrophobic, the walls seem to press closer and closer the longer they hold me here. I learned the old woman’s name today. Her name is Marian. So that is something, I guess. She was always on edge and never looked me in the eye. I can tell she was too scared to, and it made me wonder what they had done to her in the past that she would only ever have her eyes glued to the floor. It is nearly dinner time. I can just see out the small window enough to see that the sun had gone down.
Only when the door opened, it wasn’t Marian. Matitus walks in with my dinner before placing it on the table. He growls angrily when he sees I haven’t touched my food once again. I ignore his
