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There’s nothing left to do but wait.
He doesn’t mind anymore, it wouldn’t make a difference to care. All he does is wait for nothing, staring at the padding of the wall and the cracks from years gone by. Out of his reach there is a window; one made from materials unable to be broken by hands alone. He thinks of it often, watching the shadows move around in the same way every day but always somehow different.
Sometimes, if he was turned the right way, the sun would shine on his face bound in leather; the small amounts of skin left bare would soak it as if it were the only thing giving him life. He listened to the sounds of his room and sounds from rooms nearby; always screaming, begging, laughter, and tears. Sometimes he wished he could cry with them.
He would be visited by men in white coats. They poked and prodded at his body, his mind, asking questions they know he can’t answer. Head nods, paper scribbles, injections he couldn’t refuse, then he was back in his cell as fast as he was out. He would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a little better, being drugged and force fed with bare nutrients to keep him alive. It was humiliating and uncomfortable for both parties, but he liked it regardless. It was someone; no matter who it was, at least it was someone.
Time passes without measure, years going by without a meaningful thought in his head. He waits, waiting until there is nothing left to wait for.