Dark Magic

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It’s quiet here.

It always has been. 

Always will be.

Until… a guard make his way to my cell, his hard shoes hitting the concrete floor in a rhythm you wouldn’t know off unless you’ve heard it a gazillion times.

Then you hear him place the metal plate of revolting food down and slide it under the metal cell door like you would a dog.

He also places a small metal cup full of dirty water inside my cell.

Then like déjà vu, he returns to his post at the entrance of the cell room by the concrete stares with the same coldness of his walk.

If I wasn’t so strong willed I would’ve given up by now, let death have my body and my soul.

But I know how much I want to live even if it means I am in pain constantly. If it’s not the guards torturing me with their kicks or poking me with metal bars or even their poisonous words but it’s the coldness.

The only thing protecting my skin from the harsh weather is a thin cotton sleeve top and long pants reaching my ankles.

I have no protection for my feet.

My hair nothing more but dark straw: my silky light brown hair non resemblance to my old self.

My body is dirty and raged with only bone and skin.

It’s hard to believe I was curvy and fit, it feels like years ago but it’s only been 64 days.

Every day is a blur but I have been counting, each day I etch a line in the concrete wall under the small window using my metal plate.

I uncover my eyes and face the plate of food at the cell door.

My body is curled up in a corner to keep warm and to watch the cell door in case a guard tries to slit my throat while I’m asleep.

I have learnt to control my deep hunger but I still feel the effects of starvation. I crawl on my hands and knees to the plate and cup.

It’s the usual, not that I was expecting anything different.

I pick up the boiled potato but it’s gone hard over time and take a bite without tasting it.

It’s just tasteless now, I know what I would taste if I hadn’t learned to ignore it.

But I have to eat even if it’s something that a dog wouldn’t dare to touch it. After the potato I eat a rotten apple and carrot without tasting it.

I pick up my cup and wash down the food with dirty water leaving my mouth feeling filthily.

That was my meal for the day, how quenching.

It disgusts me to think anyone could do this to me… or to anyone.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s going through this, even though I haven’t seen anyone but that‘s the whole point of caging someone up.

Right.

To feel isolated and alone.

Well that’s exactly what I’m feeling.        

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