Twenty two

BLAKE MORENO POV.

Cold numbing silence. It was the most horrible feeling. Knowing all about the psychological effect of the white room torture didn't help me at all and as the time dragged on with no way to figure out just how much had gone by, I started to feel frantic.

Has it been a day, two days... I kept counting seconds on my hand but at a point, I lost track of it all. There was no window... no nothing, just a squared-shaped white room with the necessities- all in the same sickening color. I couldn't even see my shadow on the wall.

My head ached, my body felt like it had been mauled, and the screeching noise refused to fade from my head even though it had been turned off. It had hurt so much, that I'd thought I would bleed out of my ears.

I squinted my eyes against the glare of the light, my iris bleary. I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried to. I'd been trained to endure this sort of situation at the academy, but this was the real deal, and it was hard to find the right