The wall is blank and white. There’s not even a small stain or chip, no possible stimuli. It’s driving her mad. She thinks the walls might be plastic; they’re so shiny and smooth. But from her vantage point, chained to the very centre of the room she has no way of checking. She’d really like to know. It wouldn’t help. It would have no impact on what is happening to her, she just wants to know because she needs something. Something she can focus on. So she tries to deduce the material the walls are made from by examining them from different angles. It doesn’t help.
She wonders if the wall behind her is the same. She has no idea. She has never seen it. She woke up facing this way and she cannot turn her head more than a few degrees.
Sometimes she feels like she is being watched. Maybe she is. Maybe there’s a window behind her and someone watching her every exhalation and inhalation. That’s all she can do here. Breathe.
Sometimes she holds her breath for as long as she can; holds it until her vision goes blurry and her head hurts. She thinks she is getting better at holding her breath for long periods of time. Another thing that won’t help her.
At the same time every day food appears. It rises through a dumb waiter in the floor, a small square of tile moving to one side to bring her a dish of bland, beige food. She eats with her fingers because she’s not allowed cutlery. Or maybe she is. She has no idea what she is or isn’t allowed.
She has counted all the tiles on the floor that she can see. There are 18 with 4 half tiles running along the wall to her left. She has no idea how many tiles are behind her. The room could be any size but she does not know.
She hasn’t seen a single human being in 6 months 1 week and 3 days. This is the only thing she knows.
Every morning she wakes and sits and makes a mental note of what day it is. She repeats it until she is certain she cannot forget. It is summer outside. It was snowing when she was brought here. That is all she knows and she will not forget it. She cannot forget it because then she has nothing.
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