The evening came slowly, like the sky itself was bleeding out. The last strips of orange sank behind the horizon, and darkness crept in from beneath the door frame.
The small room Josh had shifted me into smelled of dampness and dust. There were sheets thrown in a corner and an old, moldy sleeping bag rolled up against the wall.
It was not much of a change from the filthy room I had been rotting in, but at least this one had space to breathe.
I sat with my back against the wall, watching the shadows spread.
Can I ever get out of here? The question rang up in my mind. Every second felt like forever. I can barely remember my past.
All the faces have started to fade, and the voices have mixed up into some incoherent noise.
Everyone must have known that I was gone. The first moment I woke up, Josh revealed that everybody thought we were connected to those blackmailers and tried to sabotage them by faking the accident.
