I sat at the table for a while. I lost track of time. My thoughts were drowning me out, barely letting me breathe like I was underwater and dying. My hands and body felt numb. I couldn't move. Waiting and waiting, became my whole schedule. Not getting up from the chair at all. The milk eventually rotted, and the cookies became as hard as rocks and started chipping away. The single bulb light above me eventually went out, leaving me in the dark. I was left with nothing. But for me, the table, the chair, and the cookies and milk. The smell that filled the room was disgusting. It smelt like a rotting corpse.

Eventually, the lights came back on, and I looked at the table. I could move again. I stood up and looked at the place I had been stuck in for weeks. The cookies had been drenched with the green liquid that still dripped off my face, all the areas where he touched me. The milk was rotten too, with flies swarming over it, some drowned in the bottom. Still, the snack shines with purity and innocence. A child would still eat this. They would get the green liquid on them too though. Forever.

Forever.

Forever rotting, doomed to be rotten by the green liquid's acidic touch. Melting their skin and flesh, digging straight into their brain and burning the memory inside where it can never come off or get out.