I was locked without food nor water nor clean air nor a bed nor cloths nor nothing. Except a thick brick wall and four walls with a metal door, that has bumps from when I tried to break through.
I had been kidnapped when I was 6 years old from my family. I barely remember how my family looked if I had sisters or brothers or I didn't have a parent? I have no idea. I don't even know my own age.
But what I do know is that every year a card goes through my door saying "happy birthday" has no name of who it is from, no "happy birthday you are so years old". It's the only fun thing in this hellhole I guess? I mean there is not much to I have never talked to anyone in so long.
I have no food or water only the occasional pieces of bread the ants bring. It might sound disgusting but it's that or dying of hunger. I think whoever held me captive wants that, for me to die of hunger as a thirst. But that person doesn't know I have found clean water falls down a small growing plant in a dark corner. I am lucky to have even the smallest drop of water.
Then I saw the ants.I got lucky today, the ants have a huge piece of bread. I take the ants bread and eat it my body hurts with every movement I make.
After a long night I woke up expecting nothing when suddenly the door opened! I thought I would jump but my body was too weak to do so instead I stared at it for a long time. Then it was shut.
I wonder who would opened the door I tried to hear but what was happening but the door was to thick for me to hear.
It was probably my imagination. I will never know who left here to rot. I will never know who left me here to starve. I will never know who left here to become dirt.