Niagara Falls With Me

Bored of Pain- ch. 13

I groan and moan. Just sitting there, in pain. He still hasn't fed me anything since why feels like forever. My neck throbs, my arm hurts, my voice is scratchy, my leg is bruised (I think) and my stomach is growling. "Aaah, aaah" I sit there, letting my head roll around my shoulders, groaning. He hasn't come back in what feels like a day. So much pain, so much pain. I can't handle it any more. I want to just die, I don't care how, I just want to die! I don't know where I'll go once I do. I don't even know if there is an after life. And I don't care where or if that is so, and long as I am away from him. "You can't hide forever Matthew! Your scarred of me! You know I'm strong, you're afraid of that, you don't like that!"I shout out, bored out of my mind. I don't think it's that's crazy to yell out when no ones around, especially when you haven't used a bathroom in about a week. Just hope that what I said is true.
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I wonder what the weather is like. I know, it's a random thought. But it's what I'm thinking about, the weather. If all I can do is think about stuff 24/7 then I can think about what I want. Now I am arguing to myself! Wow! Look what this has done to me, I am literally sitting in a chair all alone with bruises and cuts all over me, and the one thing I am doing is arguing to myself!
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"Aaaaaaah, help me! Some one help me!" I have never been so bored and so much pain at once. I don't know if I want someone to Dave me from the pain or boredom! At least when he's beating me up I can talk to someone other then myself.
My butt hurts, it feels flattened out because of sitting in this chair. My legs feel numb, even though I try to move them around as much as possible.  I throat is soar from yelling and talking with no water to liquid in a week.  I am bored out of my mind,  and I am in so much pain.  How much longer is this going to last?
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  I don't know how I can take this any less longer.  I am going insane,  what to do,  what am I going to do?
  Well,  he's not here.  He forgot to untie my hands.  My eyes are uncovered.  But my hands are still tied and so are my feet.  I bend down to untie my feet,  it takes a while,  apparently he was a Cub Scout with a knot patch! "Got it!"I say kind of softly.  I roll my feet around and move them separately.  I get up and walk a few feet,  I'm unstable from all the sitting but I manage to get a few feet.  I fall over because not only am I not used to walking but my legs are also numb,  and so is my butt.  I get back up and walk slower,  it takes me about five minutes to get to the door.  I open it expecting to see trees and sunlight and the city right next door.  But it's just another room.  I walk in and find clothes,  I put different pants on and a different shirt.  I see a mirror,  I go up to it and look,  my hair is short and choppy and my face is bruised and swollen.
  I find a knife and cut my hands free.  The bandanna  just falls off my hands,  they're dirty, red and bruised too.  My wrists ached for air,  now they have them,  and it stings.  I find another door and open it and I see dead trees I look around me,  there is nothing but trees, dead trees.