Faint

Courtney's POV:

It has been a week.

A full seven days of torture.

I've lost count of hours and minutes that tick by, only managing to rely upon the time when there is light, and when there is none, as my reference. I also keep track on the times when i am conscious, and when I am not, although most of the time, I choose to give in to the swirling darkness, and escape the brutal beatings momentarily until I awaken hours later.

I haven't eaten anything since I was with my family, only occasionally offered a bottle of water which I hid in the darkest corner of the room whilst I slept, only to disappointingly discover it was gone by daylight.

I have seen nothing of my captors, barely making out their silhouettes when they come in to punish me, verbally or physically. They're all guys, at least as far as I can tell, and they hold no mercy when they enter my prison, leaving their humanity at my cell door. Which proves to be another problem. Maybe I'm just delirious from malnutrition and the blood loss, but i cannot find the door, or skylight, no matter how hard i look. Even if I somehow manage to remain conscious after being abused, they simply seem to fade into darkness, with no evidence of a door to be found by me.


I'm slowly losing hope. I'm slowly giving up. When things changed.

Not necessary for the good, they just changed.

When I woke on the eighth day, glinting wickedly in he beam of light from the skylight above was a strip of metal, a blade of sorts. along with a pen, and scraps of paper. Nothing else.

My first instinct was to hurl the sharp knife into the darkness, and i did, not wanting to suffer from the cool metal anymore. With shaky fingers, I grasped the pen in my hands, the feeling foreign, and I slowly brought it to paper. I don't really know what brought me to write it, but I did. I wrote a letter, one that would probably never be delivered, and wrote to my loved ones. To my brother, my boyfriend, my friends, my family. The people I cared for most in the world, and needed most at the time.

Ash,

I'm alive. I miss you all so much, and to be honest I'm not sure how long I've been gone. i think a week, I rarely see the sun anymore, so I hope this is accurate.

I'm not going to sugarcoat it. i need you guys. I'm hurt, and in pain, and may not have much time. I don't know where i am, all in know know is my captors are male. there's about six of them, from what I can tell. I can't see anything, barely this paper, as I'm constantly shadowed in darkness. Good thing you taught me to brave the blackness, huh.

I love you all more than I can bear, and I miss you so terribly.

Find me if you can, save me. If you cannot, I'll understand.

Court

Notes

sad, i know.

love you all!