I'm trapped. I'm trapped. I'm trapped.

The mantra played over and over again as I sat in the dark room, my arms wrapped tight around my knees, rocking back and forth in a rhythm that matched my racing heartbeat. The motion was the only thing keeping me sane—or maybe it was driving me further into madness. I couldn't tell anymore.

Glass shattered around me in jagged shards.  Each piece found its mark, tearing through my skin like tiny, vindictive teeth. I could feel the blood trickling down my arms and legs in warm rivulets, pooling beneath me on the cold floor, but I couldn't find it in myself to move. My muscles had turned to lead, my will to stone.

Not like it would do any good anyway. There was no door to escape through. No window to crawl out of. This was just a vast place of emptiness—a hollow void that stretched endlessly in every direction. This was a place of nothing, where hope came to die and memories turned to ash. This was a place for suffering, designed for it, built from the very bones of despair.

Oh God.