PhoebeJaneWrites

It is late, dark and cold. The sound of dripping water is starting to get to me. I sit here waiting for him to return. He promised that he would find help and come back for me.  Never once do I doubt his faithfulness. It is only a matter of time before I am safe.

Rats scurry about within the walls. Atleast, it sounds like rats. Scratching sounds combined with the drips are joined by the wind beating against the walls. Hopefully, he will be here soon for I do not know how much longer I can keep it together.

I try to adjust myself to ease the pain in my arms. However, my bonds are tight and the slightest movement adds to the stain of my muscles. There they go again, the scurrying and the water is still constant. The temperature continues to drop. It is as if the walls provide no relief against the wind. Should not be long before he arrives as he has been gone for some time. 

A clap of thunder shakes the ground and the wind is getting louder. Water falls through the roof and I am now cold and wet. I wonder if the building will hold or if it will fall in itself. Maybe he will get here right before the walls give out. 

Another round of thunder as the ground begins to shake again. It is only when I feel the cracking of the cement beneath me that I realize the rumbling is not thunder. I shake my head, hoping the rain might loosen my blindfold. Darkness remains. For the first time, I wonder if some harm might have come to him. Something unavoidable must have delayed him, otherwise he would be here.

Long gone are the sounds of the scurrying rats. No more dripping water. A downpour now has me soaked to the bone. I feel like I am in the midst of one of the greatest storms. My only hope is his promise that he will return.

Suddenly something knocks into me. Pain races through my head like blazing fire. I no longer feel the water or the cold. A quiet calm fills me and I feel myself drift away. He will be here soon.

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