A Dark Room, in A Dark Forest.

At the minute, if you asked me, i'm terrified. The days have turned to nights, and vise versa. By that, I mean a have no idea what time it is. I've been in this room for, what has it been, three days? Four days? Maybe even a week, I-i don't know any more.

I sat upon the bed they have given to me. I had tried to sleep, but I couldn't, and even if I could, why would I? In my situation now, if I slept, I bet...if I fell asleep, I-i wouldn't wake up.

Why did I think it was a good idea, to come to this forest? Of all the treed lands, I had to come here. Sometimes, I just hate myself. 

The room is dark, I made it that way...i'm afraid, but not of the room itself, no. The dark room I've called my prison for however many days its been, is rather calming, compared to what lies await outside. It is quiet, it is calming, and it is dark. 

I like that. I like quiet. I like calming. I like dark. But, I don't like what is outside this room. That is what scares me, the reason this room is my prison. The reason i'm afraid to leave. This woods, this house, this room. I feel almost lost, trapped, unprotected. 

I am confused, afraid, and most likely...not making out of this place alive.

You, must also be confused, and you're wondering, what in the world am I yapping about? Well, I will tell you, oh yes I will. I will tell you every bone shaking, heartbreaking, soul crushing moment of why i'm here and afraid.