Delilah.
I don’t know how long it has been. I don’t know how many hours have passed in the endless darkness. I stay still in the silhouette of isolation. Days blur into an indistinguishable stretch of time, each passing moment laden with the weight of silence. I am holding on and it is the hardest thing that I have ever done. I have become so hungry and thirsty that I can’t even move a finger to save myself.
A cascade of bright light spilled into the pitch-black room, gradually illuminating my body sprawled on the cold floor. My disheveled form becomes visible, revealing disoriented eyes that are adjusting to the newfound brightness.
The light touches my face, highlighting my vulnerabilities. A figure walks into the room and I try to lift myself, to brace myself but I’m so weak.
“Get
