WHUMPTOBER 2019

Day 7: Isolation

Alone in the darkness.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

Her breath catches.

Years.

She has been alone for so long. They push food and water through the deep blackness of the portal every so often, but that is it. 

Sometimes they forget.

Sometimes she's half-delirious with thirst before they remember.

Sometimes they ask her questions and shock her when she doesn't answer, as if they can't remember they're the ones who made her mute to begin with.

She tried going through the portal once. 

She tried to get back home.

She tried to escape from this hell-hole where dark things roam.

She tried to ask a question.

Why?

Then she was a mute.

They have forgotten her.

Not her captors.

Her friends.

Her family.

Her sister, who said she would always be there.

Here she is, rotting, where no light comes.

Here she is, crying in shame.

Here she is, alone and afraid.

Here she is.

Here.

Waiting to die. 

Waiting for that which is a mercy.

All because she said a name.

Spoke a name.

Uttered a single word.

She's trapped here.

Alone.

A.N. Welp, no one reads these notes (or this book), but I had hopes to turn this into some semblance of a story. That is, for the first half or so. Now I'm slightly scared of myself, in that I can come up with this kind of stuff o_0.