I didn't even bother counting the years now, I didn't care anymore. I didn't bother screaming for help. Why should I? It was a waste of my breath. I looked up, above the transparent glass which imprisoned me. There was a school of fishes circling around me, fishes that would taste wonderful, even if eaten raw judging by my current state, but yet, so out of reach.
"Pray to God? Like he'll help," she rolled her eyes whenever I close my eyes and whisper quietly for help, hoping that something divine would respond. She sat so casually and was twirling her nice long brunette hair. I knew she wasn't real, maybe just a figment of my imagination due to being so lonely.
"Well, what else could I do? Not like I brought an Xbox here and was prepared with enough games to last a century," I can't believe that I was talking to something that clearly does not exist. She gave me a quizzical look and pretended to think hard.
"You could die" She jested. It was quite the cruel joke. Not because I could die, but because I can't die. She knew that too well and still had the nerve to joke about it. If she only knew that what I am praying for is to indeed die.
I grunted and turned away from my imaginary friend. Looking at all the red markings on my hand, I cannot even recall where this bad habit started. Before I even venture any further down memory lane, my hand immediately pulled the rubber band and released it, sending a whipping sensation through me wrist. The pain was easily tolerated, the habit made me immune to such pain, but something even worse dwelled from feeling the pain. The fact that I can feel the pain signifies that I'm alive, still living and breathing and rotting in this prison.
"Hey! Who's that?" she suddenly rocked my body. I turned to the direction she was pointing to. It was a diver exploring the sea bed, swimming effortlessly, but as seamlessly as the fishes which followed him. I didn't bother showing signs of help. The glass which imprisoned me was special, from my point of view, I can see everything clearly. From his point of view however, all he sees is just another part of the beautiful ocean. I gave up waving for help after the 25th? Was it the 25th? Maybe the 26th diver. So he really did not make a difference.
Something was different about today. I'm not exactly sure what or why, but something was definitely unique about today. As I stared at the diver, he stared right back at me.
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