"Stay in the light, STAY IN THE LIGHT!" Andrew said to himself in a quivering, raspy, voice. He could no longer count the days, he could only stare at the walls where others had counted before him, some baring hundreds of small marks that had now become too difficult for Andrew to count anymore.
The light flicked on and off, even grew dim at times, it seemed to make the markings and blood stains on the walls jump out at him, walls, that appeared to Andrew, to have no doors or windows. The smell of urine and body odor seem to have disappeared overtime, Andrew could no longer smell the rank fumes that surrounded him. It was the flickering light that bothered him, hoping and preying to God that it would not go out again, but they always went out. Since the very beginning, the lights were never in Andrew's favor.
The lights went out, as they normally did at times, and each time, it would put Andrew in a state of panic. The same things would happen. A sound, at first, faint, but grew louder. It was a sound like a brick slowly scraping across a concrete floor. It had been too long to tell if it were real or a part of Andrew's sickened mind from years of being in the cell.
"Oh God!" he screamed, running franticly back and forth in the dark, hitting the walls with his bare fist and holding his head with his hands as if an evil had entered his mind.
"PLEASE... SOMEBODY! I'm not CRAZY!!! Let me out! LET ME OUT!" Andrew had already started to forget and was already plunging fast into a mind of madness. It was difficult holding on to what little truth that he could remember, when no body would listen and when there was no longer anyone to tell it to.
"Everything that happened.... It was all real! IT WAS ALL REAL!"