My Step brother wants me
Chelsea Engels
I don't know how long I've in here, or how long I've been locked in here since there was no measure of time here. I've remained in what felt like chains, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything but wail in my mind.
For God knows how long, I've known nothing but complete darkness, yearning for the day I would see the blinding rays of light. Each time I tried to move, tried to break free from whatever was keeping me confined, I got pulled in deeper, where the darkness was worse.