There's no beginning, no end. 

i have to get away from here.

He's panting, fingernails scratching at the walls. He clenches his teeth as they rip and tear to the quick. There has to be a way out, he just knows it. 

sungyeol .

He hobbles on his stiff, rigid legs, clinging to the wall for support as he collapses on the ground, his bones clattering. He lies there as mice scurry to and fro, nibbling on the patches of hair decorating his skull. He’s been in here for too long, too long.

(where are you?) 

get me out.

His head is splitting apart at the seams. He can still remember the doctor’s words as his head split in two through the haze of anesthesia. Coronal suture, squamous suture, longitudinal fissure…

GIVE ME BACK MY BRAIN. 

There's a rancid smell in the air. It's too dark to see, but he’s pretty sure that another finger just fell off. 

(There's nothing there.)