...the best of women
Fades away in her doom
Under the earth,
To dark Hades...
If I stay calm I can get out of this. It’s not a pleasant place - it’s cold and damp, we sit and sleep on thin, dirty mattresses on the floor, but I’ve been in worse situations. One of the others - which one differs - will always be crying, no matter what time it is. Not that we know the time. Think calmly, stay clear-headed and I’ll survive this. I’ve survived worse.
I have to get out of here. I don’t know how much more I can take. The others scream and cry all the time, it sounds like an asylum. My only escape is memory; I try to recall when things weren't like this, but it never lasts long. Let me out, get me out of here...
This is hell, I am trapped in hell... Screams all the time; the only silence comes from the dead. It keeps whispering to me, all through the day and night, and nothing is its right colour or shape; no matter how many times I tell myself it's the drugs, I'm still becoming convinced I'm going insane.
...oh god I’m dying...