ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW
DAYS.
I wasn't sure how long it had been, but I knew it had been a few days. Maybe even a week. At this stage, I wasn't sure. The darkness was messing with my brain and at one point I started to see things.
I couldn't even count on my hands the amount of panic attacks I had endured down here.
I had given up, both mentally and physically at this point. I knew no one would come looking for me, no one knew where I was. I had just accepted that maybe. . . this was my fate. I was supposed to live this life.
Maybe I had done something in a past life that was unforgivable and now I was being punished for it. It didn't really matter. The people here had drained me. I realised there wasn't just one g
