Standing in the Shadows

Chapter 4 - Counting the days

For days I have been in this room. They - although I don't know who "they" are - have locked me up in this huge room in what I suggest a big house. I've been getting food and drinks, clothing, I can use the bathroom that is connected to the room and I had some stuff like books. Weird books which are written like diary's. All about people with supernatural powers,  like seeing in to the future, changing the past, reading minds etc. "Why?" I don't know. "Why they keep me here?" I don't know either. Nobody talks to me.
Since the guy from my dreams walked away, I've never seen him again.
The only people I see are the staff of the kitchen, the ones that bring me the food.
Every time someone came to the door, they opened a hatch in the door and shoved it through.

The first day I screamed and shouted. I screamed until the breath was gone from my lungs and I had to lay down on the bed of tiredness and feeling sick with a headache. That day wasn't the worst day. That day the sky turned pitch-dark, with storm and thunder, it was the day I felt angry, that they kept me here and not saying anything, even after my screaming which I'm sure they've heard. I slept badly, with more nightmares than ever, with the guy showing up even more often.

The second day, I only felt anxious. "Would I ever get out of this house? Why wouldn't they let me go or talk to me? Why does this guy look so familiar? And why have I seen him in my dreams?" I was worried about my mom; "Would she be able to lose another loved one?" The thunder had changed to gray clouds that hung threateningly low in the sky.

The third day was the worst of all. No anger, no anxiety, only loneliness. It rained all day long miserably and it was so cold. The temperature felt like below freeze point and however I heard a lot of people carrying wood into the house and making fire, it stayed so cold. I felt a hole inside me, which wouldn't fill up. The weather didn't help much.
The moments when they brought food, I yelled at them, told them to go away, and shoved the food back through the door hatch.
I wanted to get away from this miserable house. I wanted to go away and see my mom, hold her again. Hug her again, her telling me everything will be alright. The reason I didn't eat any food was because I thought, maybe, if they don't think my bad mental shape is good enough to let me go, maybe a physically bad shape would.
I've been refusing to drink or eat anything for three days now.

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There is food being shoved through the door again and I walk to it, to shove it back through. My head hurts so much, and my stomach feels so hollow. Everything around me becomes blurred and my head is pounding.
I can't feel my feet anymore. Suddenly the room starts spinning and the floor is getting closer fast.
I feel my head falling in a pair of hands and the room stops turning, as my eyes stop seeing anything but a black hole.