Chapter 41 Existence is Persistent
EXISTENCE IS PERSISTENT
The days all blend together here. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but it’s significant, more like several months than several weeks.
For a while at the beginning of my incarceration, I kept track, but it got depressing, so now I just exist.
My ribs itch, and I rub at them, but it doesn’t stop.
If past experience is anything to go by, and it’s a large enough collection of knowledge that I suspect it is, the itching won’t stop until they take the stitches out.
At least since the wounds are still fresh, I have at least a fortnight until they question me again.
I miss the drugs from the center. At least there I was numb.
I wonder if the boys even remember me.
For some reason, I can’t stop thinking about Dio.
I don’t dare try to summon Malam here; the risk is too great.
That’s if he would even show up, and I wouldn’t blame him for not.
It was my actions alone that led to my arrest, and I can’t help but think there is a purpose to all of this.
I guess I’ll continue existing until I figure it out or someone decides to take that decision from me
At least my chest finally stopped aching.