Prologue

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It's been five fucking years. I've been in a small, dirty, dark cell with no windows and a door with no way to see out only a slot at the bottom that water and food passes through at times. I'm most happy when the slot opens because it's the only time I can see light.

I'm still wearing the clothes I had on that day. I didn't want to take them off because it's comforting to have something of the old days. I have grown a bit though and there a bit small and tight, my shirt exposing my torso a bit.

When I was first thrown in here by bills minions I was terrified of the dark room but over the years I got used to not being able to see.

I'm surprised I'm still alive witch gives me little hope, probably Mable and the others are still alive to. I haven't done anything but sleep and remember the days of the past. I reamer each day so vividly that sometime I believe everything is ok and I wake up happy, but then I remember the truth.

Sometimes I just wished someone or something would burst out of that door and just kill me. Some days I just want do bang my head on the wall to end my suffering but I can't muster up the courage to do so. I'm a coward to the truth, I can't kill myself but I would be glad if something would just end me.

I know the prologue is a little short but I promis the other chapters will be longer.

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