Chapter 44: No One Cares
Alex
The basement felt pitch black. The only thing I could see was a very thin line of weak light that slipped under the heavy wooden door at the top of the stairs. The air inside the room felt damp and stale. It felt heavy with the smell of wet mold and old, rotting stone. I tried to move my arms, but my wrists felt like they were on fire. The iron chains were tight and bit deep into my skin. Every small movement I made caused the metal to scrape against my bone. It sent a sharp, stinging pain all the way up my arms.
The cold felt like it was crawling through the stone floor and straight into my body. It was a deep kind of cold that settled into my bones. It was the kind of cold that did not go away no matter how long I stayed still. I lay there on my side, try
