The next thing I see, I’m in a dark room with no windows. I’m shaking and one of my dresses are cut up and made into a sheet. I hear movement over to my left and automatically move.
"No, it's okay. It's just me. Adam.” He attempts to reassure me. “We're locked in the dungeon. Well, it's not really a dungeon since this isn't a real castle. This part was made for sickness."
I don't really care about the explanation of the dungeon. I want out and I want Joseph. Why did it have to be him that died? I know it’s selfish but I would rather it be him sitting beside me than Adam. I can handle being here if Joseph was here. I’m glad that it’s dark because I don't want Adam to see me cry and tell me that everything will be okay. It won't. Nothing will ever be okay again. We were going to die here a
