Cold. That's all she felt. The cold ground. The cold metal on her wrists and ankles. The cold metal on her back. The cold that had seeped into her skin, that cling to her bones.
God she was so cold. For five months she endured the same pain. The same feelings. The same screams. Her throat was raw from her screams. She only felt the cold and the pain.
She felt the pain in her stomach from the stab wounds that never healed. The pain throbbed through her body. From her stomach to her toes. From her stomach to her head.
She was only days from snapping. She was only days from going insane. She didn't want to go insane. She focused on anything but the pain. But it was hard.
She couldn't move her hands or her feet. She couldn't make a noise, if they thought she was dead that's better. Her cells still has the decayed corpses in them. Bones and skin from the new victims. Her roommate had just given her last breath at least an hour ago, but she can't be sure. Time doesn't move here. Just the bodies and the people.
She could count the bones ago. Adding her deceased roommates bones into the bit. One. Two. Three—
She couldn't get to four. Her mind drew a blank as a cell door slammed open and shut. She closed her eyes. When the footsteps and the screams disappeared her opened her eyes again. She swore her roommates corpse was staring at her. One...Two....Three....Four....
"Five....six....seven........eight.......nine." She took a deep breath, trying to fight off the feelings the over took her. The feeling that she was sinking.
"Ten....eleven....twelve....thirteen..."She didn't know whether or not she was counting the seconds until her death or the bones anymore.
"Fourteen....fifteen....sixteen—" Another cell door slammed. She closed her eyes again.
She never opened them again
