Tartarus?
I thought about who that is and I seem to not remember anything.
I may not know what that name is about but I felt that it held something ominous. And it scares me. But what scares me the most is when I see what it was that was trickling down my face.
I wished that no one would come in and turn the lights on. I am not ready to face the truth.
To acknowledge that someone got hurt while he was talking to me earlier. I don't want to keep hurting people. That is the last thing that I wanted to happen.
Someone was at the door. I could hear footsteps by the door and I waited for the lights to be turned on. I kept my eyes tightly shut to make sure that I won't see anything if ever they turn the lights on.
But no one came. The person at the door seemed to have left.
I was left all alone. In a cell inside a room in total darkness. I did not know how long I waited until someone came to check on me.
