My back hurts. Hell, my entire body hurts. The stone floor is hard, cold, and uncomfortable. All I do is sleep in the darkness or lay with my eyes open staring at nothing. Even exercise is no longer helping. The slow tendrils of insanity threaten me. I don't know how much longer I can handle the boredom of living in the dark with limited mobility. Now I only want to scream. If I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop.
The door opens above the stairs and I wait for the light to go on, but it doesn't happen. Austin carries down a tray with a penlight providing direction. He rests the tray on the cement and leaves without a word. On the tray is another small flashlight. I click it on before his light clears the basement.
Victory. Something I'm doing is getting through to him. It could
