As I sit here alone in the darkness no place to go nothing to do the only thing I can hear is my breathing sometimes my heart over that. I soon realize that no one is coming to save me from this deep dark dungeon of hell. No one will come to save me that only happens in stories. I also start to realize there is no light for I will never see light again. There is no warm air here the cold slowly seeps through my clothes it colder by the hour. I will miss the sun with its light and how it's warm against my skin. The more I sit here I know I will either starve or freeze I wish I had a knife or a gun to go quicker maybe I'll be happier. Then I wake up. I'm happy for the quickest second then it all comes back to me. My parents will occasionally ask if I'm ok I reassure them that I'm fine so they don't worry and are happy. ( This is pretty old and not done because I haven't gotten out that regret book in a while I might finish later)
