The Lady Darkness

Prologue

All I have ever known are these four walls, the one solid steel door with a slot in the middle for the odd time they give me food or water, and a small window with three steel bars across it, which is my only source of light. It's also my only way to gage what time of day it is. There is nothing in this room except for the concrete slab I sleep on, the sheet and pillow, for "comfort" the guards said when they tossed me in here years ago. I do get new ones every six months or so, I guess they don't want me freezing to death during the cold evenings. There is also a small toilet in the corner, if you could even call it that. It's more like a bucket with a hole in the bottom.

I'm not quite sure what I did to get here. I can't remember anything before waking up in this cell for the first time. I can't even remember my name. Whatever I did, it must have been horrible because there is no one else around. I have never had a cellmate, and definitely never had any visitors. I don't even know if there would be someone to visit me.

I haven't said anything since a few months after I woke up. At first, I had tried getting answers as to why I was here from the guards, but I soon realized that the weren't going to respond to me. I haven't said a word since. At first, I got very lonely. It was hard sitting in a dark room all by myself every second of the day, but eventually I got used to it. I wouldn't say that it's peaceful, but it's definitely quiet most days.

Some days I'll hear banging from somewhere else in the building, as if someone is knocking on doors. It only lasts for a few minutes before one final big bang. A gunshot I'm assuming. So I'm not the only prisoner here.

I don't even know where here is, when I look out the window all I can see is woods. Right now it is summer time, meaning the trees and grass are green and the days are long. During the winter when you look out the window all you can see is white, and the days are a lot shorter. I guess you could call those my hibernating months since all I do is sleep because you can't see anything in the dark or at least I can't. Most days all I do is stare out my tiny window, there really isn't much else to do after one thousand eight hundred and forty-six days of sitting in the same room. That's right I counted. I think the last time I was out of this room would have been two weeks ago when the guards brought me to a room that had a shower. I shower about once a month. I am so used to the grime and dirt that being clean feels weird.

Today is the one thousand eight hundred and forty-seventh day, which means I have been here for five years and forty-seven days. I woke up this morning just about over an hour ago, it's hard to time since there is no clock in here. Today will most likely be like any other day, I'll lay on my concrete slab until the guards come with my breakfast. Which will consist of stale dry bread and some cold porridge. After breakfast I'll end up looking out the window for the rest of the morning until they come with my lunch, which will be once again stale dry bread and cold porridge.The rest of my day will follow in the same manner until I go to bed and when I wake up in the morning,I will start the same routine all over again.

There have been days where I have contemplated ending everything. I don't know why I haven't. I guess I'm hoping that one day I'll be set free, but gauging by the way the guards look at me, I'll never be free. I'll never be able to see anything of the world besides what I can see out my window.