Alex

I waited several more minutes before coming out again, and thankfully I didn't hear any laughter.

According to the other letter, I had plenty of time before five to expect my unexpected visitor.

My ankle is still very sore.

I know now that I've fractured it somehow, but I have been using one of the water bottles to help numb the pain.

They are still very cold, and I removed one of the pillow covers to wrap it up to use as a temporary ice pack.

I cried for the rest of that night.

I can't recall the last time I ever cried so hard.

I wanted to go home.

I still want to go home.

The money both Trina and I saved up for all these years.

We wasted it.

We unknowingly exchanged it for our lives.

How the hell has this place not been demolished?

Why hasn't anyone noticed?

Am I the only one who survived for this long?

Will they ever let me leave?

It's just so many questions.

And I know there's a very good chance I'll never get any answers.

It was around five when I got a knock on the door.

I managed to limp my way over to it, trembling in fear.