Watching the water drip down the wall had been my amusement for however long I’d been here for. The water lines that travelled down the plaster were mapped into my brain. I'd watch as the water droplets raced each other, egging on one stream or the other. I'd truly lost my mind.
Drip, drip, drip.
The sound of the incessant dripping was beginning to fray my nerves. It wasn’t bad, at first, but after the first six hours it began to annoy me. Then once it reached two days, I began to lose my mind. I stopped being able to count the days after the second sunrise. There was nothing that I could use to scratch into the walls or do something to keep my mind in tact. I knew from reading books that keeping your mind sharp while being kept hostage was always the hardest part, and so begun my jour
