Time Changes Everything

*For mature audiences, strong themes of kidnapping and violence.

The days all blur together. I stop keeping track. Simon had brought down things to keep me entertained like Leo said he would. They’re left in the boxes sitting on the table. The only item I took was a book. Even if I was interested, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of entertaining me. I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want there to be any room in his small head that I might be enjoying it. Leo sees what he wants, and I don’t want to play with that. So, I spend my days and nights sitting against the wall, taking walks around the room, reading the book when I can’t handle the silence, and having dinner with Leo. He stopped sending down lunch after I wouldn’t eat it. Occasionally, he sends breakfast, but I almost never touch it. The day French toast was brought down I ate half of it. Every night he joins me for dinner, though. “I’ve gotta keep you socialized.” He tells me.