Styx by Layla Frost

Concrete.
Next to me. In front of me. Behind me. Below me.
It mocks me.
My prison.
My hell.
I don’t know who I am. Where I am. How long I’ve been here.
Decades? Centuries?
It’s felt like an eternity.
For all the unknowns, one truth has grown stronger with the torturous passing of time…
I wish I was dead.
Or, at least, I did until I heard her.
She gives me hope. A purpose.
Freedom.
I follow her, soaking in everything she does and growing more dependent. Never in my long life have I seen anyone so perfect.
Now I just have to find a way to make her hear me.
And being able to see me would probably help, too…