As the hours pass by, you begin to PANIC, banging your fists against the closet walls. You scream, cry, and beg to be let out. *But nobody could hear you.
By the eighth hour, you've curled up into a fetal position in the corner, sobbing. There's no more energy left in your body to struggle. Only two words escape your mouth.... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...
You look out the window, seeing people outside going about their day. You scream, yell, and bang on the window, begging for someone, anyone, to help you…. but nothing happened.
2:34 PM
you break out into sobs, slumping down the side of your bed.