Zach's Point of View
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I don't know how long I've been in here but it seems like it's been forever.
There is no way of telling the difference between light and day.
My mouth feels dry and I keep fading in and out of consciousness.
My hands and feet are held down by metal bands and I'm on some sort of leaned table. In front of me is a computer of some sorts that seems to be working, which is weird because we have no electricity.
My back is stuck to the table because I have been sweating a ton, even though it's cold in here.
Since I woke up the first time, I haven't seen a soul. Not even the person who took me from the dandelion patch.
I try to readjust, but the bands on my wrists and ankles, the sweat on my back, and the wires all over prevent it.
"Help" A scratchy, horse voice screeches as I form the word with my lips.
Could that be my voice? I used to bring laughter and joy to so many people and now I can barley talk?
I swallow to the best of my ability and try to talk again, focusing all my might on making the one word loud and clear.
"Hhhelp" It sounds even worse this time.
I grow very tired from straining my voice and fade out of consciousness with Caleb's name on my mind.
I can't believe he or she did this to me.
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