The silence was frightening.
No matter how much i screamed no one heard me. I screamed from the top of my lungs. Screams just echoed the room until disappearing and it fell silent again. I could hear the very distant sound of car horns. But i knew they would not hear me. My arms ached as i leaned back trying to stop the soreness.
How could he do this to me? Leaving me like this.
Tears fell down my face, i was so confussed. Scared was not the word. I was left in this cold room, God knows how long. Will he ever come back?
Will i die here?
What will i eat?
What will i drink?
Nevermind the cold. It was cold, my arms were full of goosebumps as i shivered as night started to set in.
I had been here a couple of hours. Will he ever come back?
I started going into complete denial. Is this really happening to me? No its not real, its just a dream..its gotta be a dream..
But it wasnt a dream, and thats what i hated the most.
"Please somebody come!" I was talking to myself. "You have to come, please help me." I whispered. I prayed.
For the last couple of hours, it consisted of me praying, begging, shouting, screaming, lying back, waiting, talking to myself, singing songs quietly. I was bored, tired, lonely, worried, scarred.
Will i ever escape?
He's never going to come back.
