Laney
Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you. You think you are in one place only to find that it was just an illusion. Did any of my time really change? Maybe I was like this the whole time. I find myself losing hope for the future.
Dreaming. Dreaming that I met my mate. Maybe it was just a sick way for me to accept my reality of being in a prison. I hug myself as I lie on the cold floor of my holding cell.
I am in Aynor. I was brought here when I got kidnapped by the CREED, essentially a cult. They keep me locked in poorly kept holding cells. These cells are what nightmares are made of. They are musty, humid, dirty. Sometimes you see rodents and bugs crawling around. And the background noise is water dripping down the side of the walls.
I feel disgusting being here. Whe
