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agilemonkey — The Waiting Room
Published: 2003-11-28 05:03:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 99; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 11
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Description I lay alone in this dark box, waiting for my time to end.
covered in blood and basted in fear.
My purpose? I don't know, All i know is im awaiting death tied and bound to the ground, my throat slit.
Who did this? i dont know anymore, i havent seen daylight since i can remember. Im weak from blood loss but whats the use in strength when you can't move anyway. Hell would be less torture than this.
Why did they take me from my family? Just to kill me? I was snatched from my mother at birth and taken here be some asshole, i can still hear my mother crying for me. I would end myself just to stop the sounds of the screaming. It drives me insane, but what is the purpose of sanity without society? some society it was anyway, any so called society would have done away with whoever did this to me, but that hasnt happened, i can still hear his laughter through the cracks in the crate, everytime i hear his voice i pray that he is here to put me out of my misery, but that wont happen so i try not to notice the sounds or the light from the cracks, its all too much for my sences to take, overloaded with pain and hatred of mankind.
What did i do to deserve this? do i deserve this? Are there others?
I do not know, nor do i care for i am past caring, all that matters to me is end or freedom. But i do not see the possibility of the latter so i should give up hope and give up living, if you can call this living.
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