I open my hand and feel, just feel. Its been a while, and I almost forgot. I can't articulate the pleasure as how would I know if it were not pain, as if any felling was worth the risk. I notice warmth - is it burning me? Should I be scared - I don't know, but again I am surrounded. Trapped. I would cry help but to ask is to receive and that won't do. This is my darkness, my eternity - not yours!

It seems easier this time. I have somewhat become accustomed to it, maybe I have been desensitsed.... then again - from what? I have no comparison. I hear a voice - your voice - I go to scream. Shut up!

You don't respond to my cry so loud - you are deaf so cannot hear. You see but do not avert the aggression - should I retaliate - how do I retaliate. I stop screaming - for it is futile, it is easier to image you are not there. You are there. You words are something - is it comfort, is it to me? Should I respond. How? You wait.

I open my eyes.