(Peta's point of view)

I wish I had some music or something to occupy my mind. Laying on a hot concrete floor alone with your thoughts gets old pretty quick. I'm sick of being alone with myself. What time is it? Its been a long while since I knew the answer to that question. The talking unicorn in the corner never shuts up anymore. The damned thing is just screaming gibberish at me now. The dancing cup of rainbow sprinkles is about as well off as the unicorn and I. It's moving so fast its just a blur. What day is it?..... No clue.

I've lost weight. Allot of weight. I can count my ribs easily. That kept me entertained for an unknown amount of time. I poked my ribs with my nails to keep count. I poked a few holes in my skin so some blood dripped on to the floor..... I counted the drops of blood too. What years is it? I feel like I should know this one. Whatever, Ill die not knowing what year it is.

It's so fucking hot in this stupid box. I am beyond gross but that's the least of my problems. At least my body is so dehydrated I stopped sweating. every once in awhile I would sit up just to prove that I could still do it but last time I tried I got so dizzy I passed out. Of course, managing to hit my head on the floor so I don't try to sit up anymore. My stomach has also stopped making me feel hungry. That's a really bad sign but all I can think of is the fact that it feels better.

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Two more days have passed I think. Someone took pity on me and tossed in a water bottle. I've never been so happy in my life. I drank half of it slowly and saved the other half. It made the talking unicorn stop screaming. Its voice is thankfully now just a whisper. And the dancing cup of rainbow sprinkles has calmed down some too. I still can't sit up but I'll take what I can get.

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I broke down an drank the rest of my water. I simultaneously do and do not regret it. I've heard some commotion outside for the past while. Footsteps, running, yelling, that sort of thing. I closed my eyes and let myself believe that Finch came to get me. It was a nice thought and it let me escape reality for awhile until reality hit. The truth is I barley know Finch. She picked me up at random from a warehouse and we basically hung out together for a month. I don't even know her last name. She doesn't owe me anything either. She didn't help the situation but she wasn't the person that dragged me into this. In fact she's probably as stuck in this as I am. If she let me go it would hurt and I would be mad but I'd understand why.

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The noise has picked up. I just laid on the floor listening to it. More running, more yelling, more anarchy. I think I heard some gunshots at some point but I don't trust my mind very much right now.

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It went quiet after awhile. I love silence as much a the next antisocial person but I preferred the noise right now. Even if I had no idea what was happening.

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I heard a single pair of sprinting footsteps. They must be in a hurry. They were running so fast that they slammed into the metal door before they could stop. They didn't even stop to process the fact that they hit the door they just started pounding on it trying to open it. After awhile they either gave up or they realized they'd need help. I heard the frantic footsteps run away and then sometime later they came back still just as frantic. They stopped for a second to study the door and then I heard the grating noise of what I assume is a crowbar prying the locks off of the door. Some ear splitting noise later I heard the metal lock hit the floor.