I’ll get out of here. Someday I will. Someday someone will hear my screaming and cries.

I look out the window, but I fail to see the outside world. The lights hurt my vision. The only light I was used to was the TVs artificial glow. It blinks black and white. When I first came here I tried to fix it, but when I lost my sense of time, I lost my sense of determination.

I simply gave up.

I sat in the room, alone.

Sometimes, I screamed so loud I feel like I could make myself go deaf. Sometimes, I cried so loud I realize I’m not actually crying at all.

Sometimes it’s just silence. My own breathing couldn’t fill the terrible pain of solitude.

Days go by, weeks even. Maybe I was dead. Some days I couldn’t even bring myself off the floor.

One day I couldn’t get up anymore. It was like the weight of the air was stronger than me. I couldn’t move.

Fear set in. I had no strength anymore. My vision started to fade and fracture. All I could see was the TV light. Black and white. My eyes stayed still with my whole body. I could feel my soul tremble and whine.

I figured I was actually dead. I didn’t ascend like they say. If there was a heaven, they couldn’t find me here. I wonder if all I will see for the rest of eternity was the flash of the TV.

Someday, maybe, I will be free.