THE FORGOTEN

Chapter 28

UNKNOWN

My memory had dimmed drastically ever since I had been brought here.

I was a man with good robust health and full of zest for life. Now, I had become a husk --- a shell of my former self.

I was a full - bodied man when I was alive.

No, I was not alive now. This was not living. This was more like the living - dead.

I could feel my ribs poking out of my skin. My legs were little more than prods, an extension of my laps. I no longer had much feeling in them anymore. My whole body had emaciated badly. I looked like a skeleton, like the walking dead.

I heard some squeaking in the dimly lit room and knew my friends, the rats, were around. They did not fear me. They constantly crept out of corners, and skittered all over my body, biting and nipping at my already tender skin.

Initially I would whimper with pain from the many bites, but now, I welcomed it. It was a kind of pleasure - pain for me, something to occupy my time and mind. Because of this, my skin constantly itched