A woman under the ice. That's what I feel like. I helpless woman under the deadly freezing Ice. That's me. No one listening to my thoughts and feelings. I'm alone. My opinions and choices buried in the deepest part of my mind. I cant let them out. If I do, he will come. Find me. Attack me. Kill me. Sometimes I wonder why. Why I came here. Why I didn't run. Why I am trapped. My fears came true when he brought me here. This stupid horrible town. My nightmares became my reality. He locked me in this room. My broken torturous prison. Hidden away from the outside world. 125 days since I came here. 95 days away from civilization. 95 days with no one to talk to. 95 days of being alone. 95. 95. That number spins around my head, round and round till it stops and disappears into the back of my mind. That number comes out every day, taunting, gloating. 95 days of which I have failed. I tried to get out but I failed again and again. I can't give up. I promised. All my life I have been trapped. A slave to humanity. To him. I know I need to escape but the big question is how.
