Fragment #87 - Alone

Alone. It feels as if that's the last word my vocabulary has got left. I've been walking in circles for ages. I don't how long. Obviously, because...
"I HAVE NO FUCKING WATCH!"
Calm down Charlie. Screaming is not going to help you.
"NOTHING IS GOING TO HELP ME!"
Don't give up! Be strong! Face your fears! The more you scream and bang on the door, the better you serve their interests.
"Maybe. But, at least for now, IT FEELS BLOODY GOOD! AHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh..."
The scream gets lost in the empty silence of the cell.

I wake up, as if of a bad dream. I turn around, and face the wall. I don't have to see to know: I am alone.
I try to get back to sleep, my body rocking slowly from back to front, a single word going around in my tired mind:

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