Prompt 118- Silence.

Slime coated the grey walls, slowly dripping down the ragged stone before pooling at the bottom. I watched the slime travel down the wall everyday. There was nothing else to do around here.

My chains dug into my wrists, creating brilliant blue patterns on a pale backdrop. Red streaked my face and clothes, my blond hair clinging to my face. I sat with my back pressed against one of the four walls that created my own personal hell.

I tried to remember my life before this, before my pain started. I remember a flash of blond hair on a broomstick and a woman. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen and yet I couldn't put a name to either of them, still I knew they must have been important to me if I still clung to their ripped images.

I could feel the presence of my grey tormentors on the other side of the door, the only exit. They sucked everything away: memories, emotions and deep thoughts included. My mind had been invaded many times, leaving a barren cave behind with only a few scraps of the past and pain behind.

At least my ability to feel had not been taken away from me. My ability to still feel pain showed that I was still human, or at least a shell of a human.

A heavy silence echoed around my four grey walls and vibrated through my empty mind and weak heart. The silence was as deafening as an explosion, hurting my ears. My shallow breath would not be enough to fight this muted monster off for much longer.

Perhaps it was time to relinquish my hold on my tattered memories, to allow the pain to take over completely and finally be at peace. My head fell back against the wall. The last thing I saw was a woman beckoning to me, I recognised her as the same woman from my memory. I reached out my blood stained hand, grasping at her but touching nothing. The last sound to escape my lips was an old name, a name I had not heard in a long time, her name. Then my eyes fluttered shut and my world turned dark.