Fragment #83 - Breath in, breath out

I'm sitting on a chair, my hands on my knees. My eyes are set on a imaginary spot, right in front of me, on the wall. Nothing on my wrists or on my ankles. I'm somehow free, free to walk around. I did that. I hid in the corner, too. But just now, I'm sitting on a chair. I'm focusing on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
But the round of questions fills my head.
In. Out.
Why me?
In. Out.
What does he want?
In. Out.
How come I didn't see it coming?
In. Out.
Does anybody know?
In. Out.
Has Jake been back to the office?
In. Out.
How's Steve?
In. Out.
What is he going to do?
In. Out.
But why? Why me?
In. Out. In. Out.
Calm down, Charlie.
In. Out.
You are still alive.
In. Out.
That's a good sign.
In. Out.
But what day is it?
In. Out.
Are we still monday?
In. Out.
Is it tuesday already?
In. Out.
I didn't sleep since I've been here, that I know.
In. Out.
I walked, to get in that room.
In. Out.
But what about in the car?
In. Out.
I remember the gun.
In. Out. In. Out.
And then, the pill I had to take.
In. Out.
Yes, I must have slept.
In. Out.
But how long?
In. Out.
If only I knew, I could guess where I am.
In. Out.

I look around slowly, for the tenth time at least. I force myself to describe the cell I am in to keep an analytic mind. It's a cube. No window. It must be about five square meters. A bed, fixed to the wall. A toilet seat, with some toilet paper next to it. A glass and a bottle of water next to the bed. The chair I am sitting on. And the door.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.