Anxiety

Clara

I have been walking around in this small room, that looks more like a box than a bedroom, for a really long time. I have no idea what time it or how long it has been since I was brought into this horrible place. Something tells me that it could have been days now. 

No, I must be hallucinating. I can't have been that long a time. I feel like I might pass out the next minute. I think it might be the hunger. I didn't have a proper meal this morning. I was too nervous to have breakfast with my father and his guests so I just had a quick snack for breakfast.

Maybe it is not the hunger. I can go longer than this without having any food. It could be the drug that was injected in me so that I could pass out back in the woods. I have been feeling awfully weak since I woke up. 

After pacing about hopelessly, I sit down on the floor and face the bed. I don't feel like sitting on that hideous bed. Only God knows what awful things have been on that bed