The light in the morning isn’t getting any less painful, this morning I decided to look at the south wall to see what he had been doing when the scraping was happening. One word; bones! There’s a skeleton, flesh taken clean off the bones, chained to the wall in the same way that woman and myself are. Is this what will happen to me? Will I survive? Will I just be another skeleton chained on a wall? I don’t know. I just hope that there will be a way out of here.
I managed to get more conversation out of the woman today, her name is Claudia she is twenty five years old, she has a two year old son and a husband at home, wherever her home is, I think she needs to live even more than I do. I have no one, my parents died years ago, I have barely any friends, and I work at a Burger King for God’s sake! Yet she has a family, a career, a son and healthy 50 year old parents. She’s got so much to live for. I now feel selfish for worrying about myself the past two days.
