It was cold. i was feeling like nothing, feeling the emptyness. innocent, but they wont accept it. its true. im sitting here all day long in the shadows of my room, only bread and water that feeds me.
one day i'll break out, rescue all the innocent people who also got trough this hell without a reason.
hate, hate is what i feel. hate on that guy who got me here. one day HE shall feel the pain.
Dinner time. Bread, and water. not special. someone opens my room, and grabs me.
i got used to it, but still... the pain...
I counted the days in hell on my wall.. everyone does.
But you can feel the hope.
everyone here has hope.
hope is what keeps us alive.
There's the boss. he keeps shouting at us, calling some names. they take them to somewhere... no one knows where. i know, he kills them.
i hope not to get there....