OPAL

The days are all starting to blend together and I completely forget what it's like to genuinely feel happy.

This whole situation seems endless. I'm exhausted from staying in this room and doing nothing but waiting. Waiting to die. Waiting to live. Waiting for something I'm not even sure I want anyway.

Kyle has been delivering the food to me himself, and sure enough, it's been clean. After his neurotic girlfriend hit me, he noticed the bruise. There was no way he didn't. Though he didn't ...