Dear Diary. Chapter 7.

Dear Diary,

It's too dark where I am. I do not know how it is possible to write some words in this place devoid of light, even so, I can barely see the lines of your pages. Scared would be a word as short as the sanity my mind has left to describe the current state of my body. All I can think of is «Where am I?» because I honestly think I'm going to go crazy if I don't get an answer.