I think it’s fair.

Sarah pov

I feel weird. Something about me feels different, but I struggle to pin-point why and if anything has changed.

A little obsessed with the need to figure out what has changed, I start by touching my arms and legs. Then, I count my fingers and toes - all intact.

I can’t check if anything inside has changed without an x-ray, so I don’t focus on that possibility.

A minute of me wondering passes, then three and then I don’t even know how long until I realize something. The voice in my head is gone, it has stopped haunting me, stopped screaming at me and demanding for something.

“A-are you there?” I stutter as I whisper into the darkness, but there’s no answer, both from outside the cell and inside my head.

“This isn’t funny. Stop messing with me and speak up,” I say, a little louder to appear like I’m challenging the thing, yet still nothing.

The only thing that happens is some footsteps in the distance that I hear slowly approach me. Looks like I haven’t been as silent as