DAY 1

DAY 1

Pain. It's all I feel.

Unbearable never ending pain.

I can't think about anything else but the pain.

The snakes are whispering into my mind and hurting my body.

I feel nothing but pain. Inside, outside, up and down.

I broke the table with my bare hands. The pillow is nothing but a destroyed tissu.

I tried to attack the bars but my jaw started hurting.

I punched the wall and now my hands are bleeding.

I just want it to stop. It hasn't even been a day.

At least Varian is far away from me.

At least Varian is far away from me

DAY 2

I couldn't see.

This morning, the pain in my head was so strong my sight was blurry.

I stepped in a shard of the table and my foot is wounded now.

Masha came when it calmed down and healed it how she could. I had to use every muscles in my body to not unleash the rage on her.

But my eyes betrayed me. I saw her trembling during the whole process.

But I couldn't help it. She doesn't deserve it.

When she left the whispering came back. It's not like it ever left.

I just want it to stop. The pain is still here. It only has been two days.

I hope Varian is safe.

I hope Varian is safe

DAY 3

I can't stand up.

I keep sweating and I feel warm.

I checked the wound but it isn't infected.

It's the snakes. It's always them.

Stan passed by during the worst part of today.

I was screaming and crying. He was scared. They all are.

I didn't eat today. I don't want the snakes to get stronger.

I would lie if I said I wasn't scared too.

It hurts. Everything hurts.

I keet yelping, yelling, crying, whimpering, whinning, but nobody ever came.

I feel like an animal.

I can't speak. I can only write.

I hope I am going to make it. It has been three days.

I wonder how Varian is doing.

I wonder how Varian is doing

DAY 4

I puked blood.

It was too much, so I started playing my guitare.

They are scared by the music, I can finally breath.

But I won't be able to play for long. My fingers already hurts.

The fever wasn't the snakes, my hands got infected. I used the melody of healing, it's better now. The blood was them. I know it was them. It always is.

I haven't seen anyone today. There all scared of me. I am scared of me too.

I am just fourteen. I shouldn't be going through this. If I ever make it through. Four days have passed.

Maybe Varian has freed his dad by now ?

Maybe Varian has freed his dad by now ?

DAY 5

I am so tired.

I haven't slept in five ways but at least the other days I could rest.

I have been playing without stopping.

My fingers are bleeding. I can't breath. I keep losing track of the melody.

I need to resist the urge to sleep.

I haven't eaten either.

I am weak, hungry and hurt.

I started wondering if I will survive this.

It's way worse than the other years.

It has only been five days and the real crisis is in two weeks and a half. I am so drained. So tired.

I already want to give in. I can't play anymore.

My fingers have let their blood drip on the cords for too long.

As soon as I stop, they'll unleash a powerful attack.

I hope I can take it. I have gone through five days.

Hopefully, Varian has been forgiven by now.

Hopefully, Varian has been forgiven by now

DAY 6

I chocked.

For five minutes, as soon as I stopped playing my guitare, I couldn't breath.

I chocked, rolling on the ground and droling saliva for minutes that felt eternity.

But they don't want me dead.

Not yet at least.

Right before I passed out they let go and I coughed and groaned in pain.

It hurted so much. It still does. It's horrible.

Someone spoked in the cell under me.

I didn't control myself.

I screamed like an animal and started scratching around the well of light, growling and occasionally yelling incoherent things.

They didn't spoke after that.

Heh, understandable.

I must have freacked them out.

I still haven't eaten. I need to sleep. I survived six days.

I think Varian is happy, safe and sound now.

I think Varian is happy, safe and sound now

DAY 7

I can't take it anymore.

I am on the verge of giving up. It's been so much worse than before.

There still is two weeks and that day to live through.

Can I make it ? Can I really make it ? I don't think I can.

I feel sick and so tired.

It's been silent for hours now. It scares me.

I am not in pain, I haven't heard their whispers, I am just waiting.

My cell is a mess. Everything is broken and dirty, me in the first place.

There's blood on the walls and even the ceiling.

Shards of table and broken bed are lying everywhere on the ground.

I can't recall how many time I have scratched and wounded myself like that.

I had to heal everything and everytime it hurted so much. To avoid infection.

I am broken. I am destroyed.

I can breath but it feels like I can't.

I need help.

I can't take it.

I can't.

I just can't.

Please.

Please someone.

Anyone.

Save me.

I can't do it all alone.

I have spent a week in constant crisis.

I miss Varian.

I really miss him.