Samara Morgan (stuck_in_a_well) wrote,
Samara Morgan
stuck_in_a_well

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Day 2

Second day in the well. Another sleepless night. Last night was especially difficult, though. Not only was I bored, but blood kept caking over my skin where my pretty nails used to be! The skin around my cuts is starting to turn... almost purple. It'd be really painful if I could actually feel pain, but still... it only makes me more angry with my so-called parents for doing this to me.

After a few hours of waiting, I eventually seemed to go numb. Or maybe I just got used to the cold. Either way, I decided to try climbing the walls again. I dug my hands into the rock and tried my best to pull myself to the top. I swear, this wall looks taller than it did yesterday... but I'm determined. The skin on my fingers has broken and the more I dig my hands into the wall, the more blood I feel running down my hands. Because of the blood on my hands, I began to lose my grip on the wall and eventually slipped back down into the mucky water.

*sigh*

This is so tiring. It doesn't help that I'm starving to death in here. I feel myself wasting away to nothing, I'll be skin and bones before too long.

I noticed one of my nails floating by in the water, so I picked it up and scratched another line into the wall to indicate day two. Tomorrow's another day...
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