Thinking Back II - Jaylene
No one comes to the door or answers me. I’ve been banging on the door and hollering, but there’s been nothing. I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here since I no longer have my phone or my alarm clock. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I have no idea why I’m locked in here. Why is no one coming to help me? My stomach rumbles, prompting me to roll over onto my stomach. It isn’t going to keep it from making noises, but maybe I can push the feeling down. I close my eyes as tightly as possible and hope that this is all a bad dream. ↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯↯ The door opens, stirring me out of my sleep. I move and am immediately flooded with pain and discomfort. I’m starving, and I’m thirsty. I try to blink away the fog while I psych myself up to push through the pain. Th
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