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I wish that was a scream of frustration, but it wasn’t. It was a whisper of defeat.

I’m never getting out. I’m going to die here. I’m going to die of thirst in the next few hours, I can

feel it.

No Megan. You will not die here today.

My Prince Charming might’ve walked out on me, but I’m still alive and at least I’m not chained to

the wall anymore.

I’m free. And I will crawl over there, and make it to that sink, drink every drop I can fit in my

body, eat that old food, and then… I don’t know.

I’ll figure it out.

But here’s my problem. As close as that sink is, it’s still very far away.

Six feet. Which feels like an impossible distance right now. Because I cannot even muster up the

strength to crawl.

I can’t even open my eyes. It took every ounce of remaining energy to stare into that asshole’s

flashlight and I only did it because I figured he’d at least carry me over to that metal table, sit me on

the metal chair, and offer me a tin cup filled with rubber-hose-tasting water.

Once again, I was a dumbass.

He came here to save someone all right. It just wasn’t me.

Oh, how I love, love, loooooove you, irony. Such good timing you have. Such big ears, such big

eyes, such big teeth you have, old friend, irony.

I can always count on you.

Can’t count on anyone else, but you? You’re there for me. Always and forever.

Stop it, Megan. Stop throwing pity parties for people who don’t appreciate them.

Meaning me. Because I’m the only one here.

I giggle a little. It’s mostly incoherent because my mouth is too dry to really giggle right now. But

I’m going insane and it’s funny.

Get up. Crawl to the sink. Drink the water, eat the food, sit in the chair. Rest.

Then you can giggle your way to insanity satiated.

Oh, that’s funny. That’s the best joke ever.

I’m so tired though. So freaking tired. Maybe it was a lie? Telling my would-be rescuer-slash-

killer that I wanted to live was definitely the wrong answer. He’s done.