1. Chapter One
Cold. It's so cold. And dark. Those are the thoughts spinning through my head right now. I'm trapped in some kind of cell.
I don't know how I got here.
I don't know where I am.
I don't even know who I am.
I used to count the days in my cell, in the beginning. But as time passed by, the effort just seemed fruitless. I do know, however, that I've been in here for at least a year.That's when i stopped counting. I wonder if anyone's looking for me out there. I doubt it. I'm no one special. I really am no one. I don't have a name, or if I do I don't remember it. I'm so alone, are there really any people out there? I'm beginning to doubt it. A lot of times I think about things. There's little else to do in here. Most of the time I wonder if I'm crazy. If this is a dream and I'll wake up in a bed in a real home. No. That's not true. This isn't a dream. It's too horrible. These walls are damp with the tears of many. And the smell, the smell that speaks of others before me living and dying in this room. No, I'll never get out. I can't allow myself to hope, I'll just fall harder.
A noise. I never hear those anymore. My heart almost leaps, but to fall back into an uneasy stutter. It is just a guard bringing me food. He is the only person I know. I don't remember anyone else, Sometimes I think I was born in here. After all, this is the only life I know. I jump, the guard had slide the plate in. He doesn't talk. At least not with me. Maybe he's been here as long as I have. I almost ask him, but cower at the last minute. I don't think I remember how to speak. So instead I pick up my tray. I look down at the food. It's all the same color, grey. Are there any other colors than grey? Everything in my room is grey: the walls, the blanket, the floor, my clothes. I eat a few bites then slide the plate back to him. He picks it up and leaves. As he walks out, he slams the outer metal door, bolting it. What's so dangerous out there that I would be locked in like this? Or am I so dangerous that I can't be let out into that world? I lay down in my bed, my head is about to burst with these thoughts. But I have a trick. I learned how to store away those thoughts and questions in a separate part of my mind. I call it Pav'Ke. I don't actually know what it means, but it's the only thing I can remember from before. Now I can sleep.