It's dark in here. It's been this way for so long. I've lost track of time, the hours slipping into weeks slipping into years. I past the time replaying my life before the endless night.

That night when the darkness started is still a blur. The party with its color masks, tuxedos and evening gowns, appetizers and countless glasses of wine, dining and dancing and endless conversations. Social butterflies at their best.

Then the strange growing silence, quieting everything and becoming a deafening roar. The masked man holding an unmasked gun. The uneasy stillness shattered by the shot of the white and silver pistol. Then pain, overflowing everywhere. The pain spilled onto my silken dress, vibrantly and defiantly red, daring anyone to stop it. No one did.

The pain ebbed. Slowly I tried to stand, but found that my body was paralyzed, stuck laying on the floor in the pool of red. I decided to wait for someone to save me.

Saviors came and lifted me, but instead of the hospital, they took me here. They took me to this dark place. They laid me on a bed in the ground and covered me with a blanket, a soft, crumbly, heavy blanket, a blanket that covered my body and my eyes.

Ever since I have waited for new saviors, those who will take me out of this strange bed and fix me. Until then, I wait patiently in the dark.