Darkness. That's all I can see. I could almost feel bone on my ankles and wrists, the flesh wearing thin. I don't remember what brought me here. How long I've sat on this uncomfortable, metal chair. All I know is that the cold, bitter plastic that they call food, will be here soon. I've always wondered what it looks like, or even what 'they' look like. I don't have a memory of light or color. My entire world is made up of darkness with a hint of sound, smell, and touch.

I hear the familiar noise of keys jangling and I bolt my body up in excitement. Doing so made the restraints tighten on my wrists and ankles. I let out a small cry and fell back into my chair. A plate clanks on the table in front of me and I dive my face into it like a wild animal. But what my lips touch isn't soggy and cold like what I usually consume. I pick a strange object up with my mouth and find it cold and smooth. Keys. My heart drops. Will this lead to my freedom?

I lean down and carefully work to remove my handcuffs, knowing that I only had one chance at this. I couldn't help but let out a small cry of joy when my hands came loose and the wounds on my wrists met air for the first time. I hitched a breath in and quickly went to take off my blindfold, finding it even harder to remove. I finally loosed it enough to slip it over my head.

I was expecting light, color, anything other than the darkness. But what I found was the same thing I feared the most. More black. It was like my whole body was swimming in the depths of a deep ocean. I sat there staring, not finding a hint of what I wanted most. I'm not sure how long I sat there before my whole body went numb and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up later in a cold sweat, looking around anxiously for something different, but all I found was darkness. My eyes were blindfolded again and restraints were put back on my wrists. I have no hope for escape if the thing I want to runaway from stays with me through eternity.