Misleading story

Part one

The silence is unbearable. The ticking of the clock is indoctrinating me. The bland, white walls, indented with the marks of torture from the people before me who have been through this hellish process, feel like they are closing in on me. I have been here for too long now and am counting down to the moment I am allowed to leave this satanic place. Confined to a small room, and only allowed outside for and hour and a half, only one hot meal per day. Hell. I can almost hear the screams of the people before me. I had to plan my escape somehow. There was 2 people sat across from me. One seemed grey and hopeless, and one seemed bright and optimistic, like me knew something I didn't. It was hard to tell people sort in this sick place because of the faded, dirty cloths we had all he forced to wear. We wee all almost identical. One superior person, pacing back and forth, his footsteps and whole demeanour was highly intimidating. This whole place had a sense of disparity. These frightful walls had see so much horror, I almost wanted to embrace it. I stared at one dent in the wall and could almost make out a name. Raj. A date underneath. 2k12. The reminants of another poor, tourtured youth.