TABITHA
I had lost track of how long I had been down here. Guards brought me meals but they never spoke to me. I was starting to lose it, my sanity, my senses, it was like I couldn't focus properly. I knew it was the fact that my soul was missing something, it was missing Asher. The longer we were apart the crazier I would go, until there was no part of me left sane.
I spent most of my time laying on the little cot that was chained to the back wall of the cell letting my mind wander to the worst possible scenarios. What I presume must have been night time down here had gotten very cold. I had been given a bit of a thicker blanket than the sheet that was on the cot when I was originally brought down here so at least that was something.
Being alone with my thoughts was never a good thing,
