Dear Diary,
It's too dark where I am. I do not know how it is possible to write some words in this place devoid of light, even so, I can barely see the lines of your pages. Scared would be a word as short as the sanity my mind has left to describe the current state of my body. All I can think of is «Where am I?» because I honestly think I'm going to go crazy if I don't get an answer.
However, I don't think I will ever get one. There is nobody here. It's just me and all this darkness around me. The fear surpasses the levels I was used to and I feel every one of my bones shaking. I wish I was with Mom so much now that I would be able to sell my soul to the highest bidder to spend —even if only— a minute snuggled next to her. A small drop of salt water slides down my cheek as I remember all
