[ WP ] `` Hush my dear , the silence saved my life ''

Forty two days trapped in this cell, my arms bound around me by the straight-jacket apparatus. I've soiled and defecated myself more times than I care to count and my throat is dry, so dry, yet I'm still here. I was never good in school so I'm not positive whether I'm some miraculous scientific anomaly or whether this is normal and I'm bound to die in a few days. I try to hug myself tighter to block out the cold but it's of no use; there's no feeling in these clammy hands, no strength or grip. As I close my eyes, I see the faces of every person I once loved flickering back and forth illuminated by candle flame. As my husband's face clearly flashes in my mind's eye, my heart begins to pick up speed, furiously beating. Thump! Thump! Thump! All I can do is smile and whisper, `` Hush my dear....''
