||DAY 7

She had no idea how she hadn't realised it before- maybe the haze fogging her mind was too strong- but at night, she wasn't alone.

There must've been another bed in here or something, because she could hear his voice. Nothing coherent really, just incessant mumbling, but there was no doubt he was here.

Sleep talking.

Still, she didn't have enough strength to push her body up to see for herself.

Was he that worried she might escape?

She gasped in a ragged breath, feeling a wetness gather around her eyes. And all this time she had thought she was crying in solitude. Just the thought of him hearing her made her wince in distaste. The sicko probably even liked it- to see her in so much pain. Because if he really cared, even the slightest, she would be home right now.

Happy.

Comforted.

Away.

Instead, she was here. And instead, she was alone with nothing more than a ghost from her past.