The Main Character

I wake up to silence, no faint conversations outside, no disembodied chuckles or cursing from other inmates on the other sides of my walls, just nothing. I’ve been in here for a week now, I think… I had to count the days back in my head, time seems to change speed when you’re all alone, it’s like one big long blur, no daylight where I am and I’ve just been relying on my failing body clock to tell me when to sleep, well that and the two meals I get, they have been helping me gauge the time of day, which now make me wonder if I’ve gotten up far too early; It feels like hours and my first meal hasn’t arrived yet, and the silence… I’ve obviously gotten up well before I should, even my light isn’t on yet.

I wait for hours, but still light hasn’t come on, and I’m hungry. I’m trying to behave myself, I wanna shout out for the guards, and give these assholes a piece of mind for their incompetency, I know what I did was wrong and I surrendered to the authorities willingly for my crime, but that doesn’t mean I should be subjected to nothing more than a darkened cell with no explanation or food, but I’ll hold my anger at bay; I know what happens if I get on the guards bad side here, I’ve seen it before, some prisoners step out of line and disappear, god only knows what happens to them, but I can guess; nothing I want to risk experiencing.

Still nothing, dim light from outside my cell is all I have for illumination, and it’s really not cutting it. I can still see the chalk drawings and patterns, only just. I’m still upset by a lack of chalk and the unfinished artwork on my wall now seems like it’s mocking me by being so incomplete, I just want to finish it, it’s driving me crazy.

I waited for a few more hours… I think, finally the situation got the best of me, I shouted for the guards, the fear of being beaten or punished faded away an hour ago, I’m hungry and I want my light back on, but I suddenly felt a form of terror I wasn’t prepared for; I shouted knowing full well it could result in the wrath of the guards, but what I got was nothing, not a word, a footstep, nothing, silence, just the sound of my own breathing and the sudden pounding of my heart.

I have no idea what to do now, I’m locked in a room with no light or food. I’m panicking, when I was first put in this cell I was actually surprised by the size of the space, it was by no means a warehouse but it isn’t a broom closet either, now it feels like every wall is only a step in each direction, I know the room couldn’t have shrunk… I am I losing it?

I don’t know how to deal with my fear, I figure if I’m awake I’m afraid, so I sleep, I’m sure when I wake up the lights will be back on, a bowl or two of that slop will be waiting by the panel in the door, it has to, they wouldn’t taunt me like this would they? No, they couldn’t… It must be a power outage, and perhaps that commotion last night was indeed a riot that needed to be contained, requiring all the manpower they could get. They wouldn’t just leave me here… Right?