The Beginning of the End

The cold was beginning to creep in and settle under my skin. The cold and the fear were my only companion for hours on end. I now knew Tynan’s tactic. He was going to leave me alone and stranded until the misery and despair overtook all other emotions. At that point, I was going to be his pawn.

But I wasn’t going to let that happen.

After Kenai’s death, a wave of alien emotions had overtaken my body. I lay huddled up in a corner of my cell, fluxing between fits of rage and frustration to bouts of tears and overwhelming sadness.

There was a continuous aching hole in my stomach that no food or water could fill. I ate when I was giving the luxury, but otherwise I lay there, drowning in my own emotions.

I was also struggling to see. My eyesight kept changing colour and strong hues blended together. Sometimes it was blurry and all I could see was bright colours, but other times my eyesight was crystal clear.

I gave up trying to come up with ways to escape. I forgot to even practice pro