41| Time To Take A Bath.

I've recently realised I have inhibited a bad habit of looking toward the large steel door now and then, holding my breath, hoping and praying that someone will come crashing through it to save me.

I don't understand why I do it to myself, holding on to the last bit of hope that flickers within me, knowing that if someone was coming to rescue me, they would have done it by now. Pulling my legs up to my chest. I wrap my arms around them and sigh with misery.

I don't know how much longer I can fight. The will to survive is the hardest thing I have ever had to accomplish. I'm a mess. Mentally, Emotionally and Physically.

How am I meant to spring back from this?

Who will want me once the truth comes out?

I am damaged goods, and I won't hold it against Dmitri if he, too, doesn't want a piece of me.

The chill in my bones is burning, the chatter in my teeth is relentless, and my breathing gets shallower by the hour. During the night, the temperature in the room drops drastically. This isn