I remember that five square meter tomb. That cold metal door standing on one of the broken and shattered ugly, smelly walls, that old tungsten lamp that hardly work, that crackling sound that lamp makes, and at last patients screaming in adjacent rooms... The sound made by high heels of nurses walking in the corridor and the distant laughing sounds of the nurses who keep me alive, I can heard those. I am Ahmet,it's the only thing I can be sure of. I know this and I remember that grave.

My time for medication is coming because the nurses' laughter has stopped. I can also follow the time through the reflection of the sunlight coming over my bed on the floor. It's about two or three p.m. And here's the proof. The sound of heels started again. I'm spinning around in my room. Every now and then I am playing with the poured plaster on the walls. I need to hear that woman's voice. The only way to live in the tomb is to hear that angel.

The voices are approaching, and I am waiting for my angel to bless me from the iron bars of the door of my tomb. I am a calm today. Because I wasn't calm yesterday, which made her upset. She treats me coldly, when she becomes sad. So the tomb gets darker, figuratively speaking.

"How are you today?" she asked me. I replied with some gestures. But she didn't see it because she was arranging the drugs that will be given to me. Then, the food hole of the metal door has opened. Two pills in a tray. One is small blue, and the other is white but slightly larger.

"How do you feel?" my angel asked.

"I'm fine," I said. I know she interested at me. Probably married. But like I said, I'm not going to trash my only chance of surviving the grave just because she's married.

"Have your visions ended?" she asked me. I nodded. She smiled back. Then, she waited. She doesn't take her eyes off me. Points to drugs with her eyebrows. That means, there is no escape. I took the water and drank it along with the medicines. She laughed , extended her hand through the bars of the iron door, and pinched my cheek. I also held her hand. A warm hand I felt, in this cold grave.

My angel went to the others. I'll be out soon, they promised. So let me get some sleep, get some energy. But I can't get her out of my mind. It's probably because I don't have anything else on my mind. I laid myself on the bed. At that moment, the light in the ceiling also went out.

I hear a voice. A sound that repeats at regular intervals. It starts as short high-frequency beeps and then ends as one long beep. It repeats after a while. I try to open my eyes but I can't make it. The whole place is pitch black, as if I was tied with an eye patch. I even feel that eye patch. I want to reach with my hand to that tape, but it doesn't work either. My hands don't move at all. "Help me!" I scream, however I'm alone in my five square meter grave. Because I don't have an angel, whether my angel is real or not is another question, but it doesn't exist right now.

I hear another sound,this time a person speaking. Familiar but can't tell who. Says the following, "Do not worry Mr. Ahmet, it won't last for long."