Wake up.
You need to wake up
Sleepyhead?
Sleepyhead!
Come on!
Ella!
The familiar voice called out...
But, I don't want to wake up yet.
It continues to call for my name. Again. And again.
Another by another.
But by the time they do called, they turn uglier, more disgusting, and disturbing.
It reminds me of the coldness sending me to shiver, and pray for warmth.
But, nobody came.
As J continue to refuse to wake up.
A cold trinkle of water made its way the face.
The rains which surroundings me unclear became visible and strong.
Then, it suddenly stopped its tracks. The droplets flows and it made some droplets to touch my face.
The surroundings becoming more light.
It's still cold and all, but... It made my world a little bit... Bearable.
Now that I realized it, the voices stopped too. I keep quiet to hear but nothing... I heard nothing.
I looked up, there's no sky bit ground. A whole cave in its fines. Its far, high, and dark. Yet somehow, its a little bright below despite that.
Smile forms my lips, I felt it. It looks... genuine.
Somehow, did I just...smile?
How pleasing.
The feeling of water droplets coming my face in one direction continues. The droplets around also disappearing.
Then... My vision is shaking and into the dark.
It seems like it's time to wake up...again.
*
Slowly, I open my eyes. The blurry sight become steady.
I looked around.
Where is this place?
A seemingly dungeon; a cave like structure with waters sipping out the cracks, dark surroundings, and the bars which tells you what this place is— prison.
The only thing that accompanies my here is a touch of light, providing me with visuals.
I sit up to see my surroundings more closely.
...but nothing.
A bed, a toilet looking hole with its compartment door thing, and hays in the corner.
Just what the hell happened?
Did I murder someone to be here?
All I did was—
Then the events from yesterday... My last memories emerged.
I touch right shoulder and I wince in pain.
Looking at it, its full of scratching and the skin forcefully removed that it bleed.
Touching it carefully, it opened the wounds. The uncared wounds.
Great.
I tear another section of Phil's clothes for tampering the wounds.
It tooks me good long time to finished.
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