Dark. Narrow. Stuffy.
I have felt that way for years. I was so tormented in the room I was in. Many times I screamed for help when the heat hit.
Hot. Hot. Hot.
That feeling drives me crazy every day. The desire to smell the scent of blood is never fulfilled. The hands I wanted to use to injure were already tightly cuffed. It's useless to rebel.
All the people in white uniforms were just busy shouting at each other. They put drugs that I don't know about into my body which is getting weaker day by day.
Sick!!
I kept wailing in pain that I feel every day. However, they closed their eyes and ears as if nothing had happened to me. My voice was almost running out of wailing hoping someone would come save me from this torment.
I almost gave up.
But, she came holding out her hand carrying a glimmer of hope that I had been waiting for. I want to say everything that I feel so far. The pain that almost drove me crazy I wanted to tell her everything. But my voice never came as if I had forgotten how to speak because all I had been doing all this time was screaming.
Please..
Help me..
Take me with you...
And free me from this torment...
- Angkasa Ardiansyah