These hours seem like years...

I've been staring at this wall, wondering when it's going to take all of our lives.

I'm just glad we have jokes.

I think way too much back here.

My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest.

When will I awake? Asleep...

This party of four includes three grown adults and myself.

The first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from conversation.

(They're on a mission).

Gender is not recognized.

The third adult is a male and talks too much.

The stench of shit is in the air...

The room storms with laughter... fours turns into a hundred and the noise is unbearable.

"It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!"

I cry, and the hands surround me.

Born into a hell...

I never wanted to wake to this.

I have experienced nothing, yet I feel I'm the only one who has not done harm.

If only I could understand how to change things...

I can't fucking think. The noise is unbearable.

THE noise STOPS.