Chapter 22
Elina
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Sitting in the dark, I can hear water dripping close to me. It’s cold here.
The air is wet but not like it is outside. Not humid. Wet like a puddle. The ground is stone, rough against my legs. I have no idea if it's day or night.
How long have I been in this dark place? There is no light. I can’t see my hands in front of my face.
Not even eating gives me any indication of time. I can’t track the frequency of meals. I don’t know if it's breakfast or dinner. It's the same every meal. Water. Sandwich. Apple. Every single meal. I have had 3 of them. I eat them everytime.
I lay on the cold floor and sleep.
I think about Bash.
Please find me.
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