One Week LaterI sit, staring vacantly at a robin perched in a tree. It looks so happy. So carefree. And why wouldn’t it be? It gets to fly freely, deciding its own fate.
How envious I am of that bastard. I want what he has, something that I once took for granted. Now, I can’t even go to the bathroom alone.
The bars across the window in front of me is just another reminder of where I am—in prison. Or, a better description…I’m in hell.
I haven’t seen Bowie since that night in the bathroom. Nor have I seen the lady, who I’m assuming is his doctor.
This entire situation makes me sick. I need to get out of here, and I regret not doing so when I had the chance. But until I know what happened to Bowie, I can’t leave. If he’s still here, then I’ll do everything in my power to find him.
I don’
