Day One

Cold air nips at my lungs. My heavy steps breathe life unto the dusty hardwood floor below. I allow my eyes free roam across the rusted ceiling plates above. My fingertips trace the patterned wall at my side; my eyes switch focus. Eerie silence screams into my ears. Humming a soft tune is all I can hope to do to preserve my sanity. Memories, constantly playing themselves out, they live in these walls. Her screams will never die, yet hope clings to my heart. Perhaps one day her pains will ease. Perhaps one day I'll escape. Until then, I can only hope -pray- this cruel mistress of mine shows mercy.