I sat there for hours... days... weeks no one came I was giving food while I was a sleep. I read every single book in that room at least twice when suddenly.. the door opened. There he was William he came up to me with a sad look on his face and honestly it made me upset and happy and the same time it was hard to explain. He sat beside me and didn't say a word, if I had the power to talk i would but I forgot what talking felt like. We sat there for a few hours when I started to get tired and fall asleep i rested my head on his shoulder and right before dozing off he said "I'm sorry"
Next day
I woke up on the floor with my head buzzing everything was sore and I felt awful. I sat up and looked at my breakfast/ only meal I get sitting in front of me when I remember what happened. He apologized. Now I know that still doesn't change the fact that he left me in here for weeks on end but it felt sincere, and for the first time I truly felt like he met it. I look up at the ceiling and say to myself.. the only words I have said in the last few weeks " I hope he is as sorry as he sounds".
Hi, so my friends read this and told me to keep writhing so I guess here it is I hope you like it -Sarah
