~Sneak Peak~

He didn’t know how long he had been alone in the dark and humid room, but it felt like days, weeks or even months. His stomach had stopped rumbling a long time ago, as it realized that it wasn’t going to be filled with food but only water. His limbs were adapted to his never ending sitting posture, his knees pulled up against his chest and his head resting on top of them. His muscles itched from the longing of doing something physical, they wanted to move, they wanted to sweat, and most of all; they wanted to feel alive again. But even when his body itched to get up and run away, his mind was closed and shut down, not ready to face the dark world outside of the bathroom just yet. It was simply too soon for him to get up.