Alone The dry blood that coats my face irritates me, I tense my face in a feeble attempt to bring myself some relief but none comes. The chains at my wrists have been there for so long they have embedded themselves into my flesh and my eyelids grow heavy from lack of sleep. Bodies are strewn at my feet, #lifeless and pale. One of them, an elderly man, died with his eyes open. Those eyes have watched me since I was chained to this accursed wall. "Can you feel it? The others said they did," a gruff voice rang throughout the room "Your heart beginning to slow down and your blood beginning to freeze" He was right, the room was so cold. Most of the others had died of hypothermia. I exhaled deeply and a cloud of condensation was forced from my lungs. "You know... we have been talking for weeks now and I never did ask who you were." There was a long moment of silence and I though the man I was speaking to had finally stopped breathing, but after a while his voice came again. It was weaker than the last time, he was struggling. "I'm just another lost soul." I laughed weakly and then spat on the floor. "Thats not what I asked you. Who are you really." After another long pause he spoke again. "I'm no one." "I've been speaking to you for weeks!" I shouted, my vocal chords beginning to destroy themselves "Tell me who you are!" "I am no one... You're the last one. I died weeks ago. You were so lonely that you kept me alive in your imagination." I spat on the floor again and began to laugh again. "What are you talking about?" "Goodbye Matt. You will be with your family soon.' As he said those words I realised just how quiet The room was. I was alone.