18
The sun’s passage marked my time in hell. I wasn’t sure how many days had passed since Dr Lynche had r***d me, or if it had even happened. It could have been yesterday or a week ago. I didn’t know. I sat at the window and watched the sun travel slowly across the sky. As I watched the sun, others watched me.
A young boy, probably not older than twelve, was curled up in the corner of the room talking to himself. I couldn’t understand his mumblings. He was pale, probably hadn’t been outside in a long time. The dark rings under his eyes were purple from lack of sleep. He shivered as he tried to comfort himself. He stared at me. His stare was unwavering. He didn’t even blink. The irises of his eyes were completely black. He just kept staring at me with those soulless eyes.
I became dizzy,
