Alexander
I don't know how long I've been here… I've stopped trying to calculate it, I don't even care anymore.
Before, I counted steps, doors… voices. Now… Now I can barely keep my eyes open.
My head feels heavy, like a rock is resting on my neck.
I breathe slowly, even that's a struggle. Each breath feels like it's dragging something inside my chest.
I don't know if it's the air, or the little strength I have left.
I close my eyes, not because I want to sleep. Because keeping them open takes too much effort, and my body is cold.
My hands are still tied, but the ropes don't hurt as much anymore.
I suppose the body eventually gets used to everything, even this.
Even pain stops protesting when it realizes no one will hear it…
I hear voices far away, very far away. I can't make ou
