“Sometime Later”
A week, at least I think it have been a week, I can’t be sure in here, has passed since I first awoke in this tiny, bare, cell with no memory, and a headache. After, that first day when I was interrogated, found my father, and remembered who I was down to the very last detail things have fallen into a sort of routine.
I awake each morning to a guard yelling, “Wake up you worthless sewer rat!” Not at me, but at my father, who it seems has locked himself deep within in his subconscious so as to not go insane, well more insane or accidently give out any top secret information about experiment B5X327. After, I rudely awake someone, it is always different, brings me a kind of meal that they call “breakfast” usually consisting of dingy water, stale cheese, and bread that makes hardtack seem soft. When I finish breakfast I sit and wait for lunch or make up plans of escape. My lunch is always the same as breakfast and so is dinner making it hard to know what time of day it is. On occasion I go out into a yard escorted by a guard to get some ‘sun’ as they call it. I actually just sit out in a yard in the dim light that shines through the thick storm clouds above. On especially drab days I sit of kneel, if no one is around, and pray for some rain to quench my thirst. This never happens though.
