I tug my limp feet on the cobblestoned floor with a sudden feeling of remorse and regret. I line my feet up with the grids of the floor pitter patter, pitter patter for a second everything seemed at ease - almost peaceful really. I let the morbid thoughts and faceless memories roam freely, I feel numb. These aren't my thoughts... It's as if the memories are too painful but in a sick sense, relieving. "I'm sorry" that's all I remember before I woke up here. I feel quite void but instead confused about my current situation and state. Well never mind that the real question is, how come I'm not at home?
