The withdrawal from the gas is pretty epic, Ive spent a lot of time throwing up today. But i have had flashes of memory. A cab ride, a phone and the steps up to a house, some flowers - maybe the house from my dream. Also, the name sykes.
Early in the day i heard the food slide down the chute and hit the mattress which Id stuffed in the hole. After another hour or so my light went out. Then another hour. Then, out of nowhere i heard a tearing sound and a door appeared out of nothing on the right hand wall.
Before i knew it the room was filled with men in gas masks, one cracked my head open with a baton whilst another pulled the mattress from the hole, the rest kicked me or turned the room upside down. Through the chaos i saw a figure standing in the doorway - fat and balding, he looked into my eyes and i saw true fear flow from him. He knew me. I know it.
Just as quickly as it started it finished. Ive patched my head with my torn sheet. The blood loss combined with the gas again is really wearing me down. Ill sign off for now, i will talk later.
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That's horrible! We're gonna get you out of there. I promise. Give me a few hours and I'll give you some ideas. Sorry. I hope you feel better. Post anything else you remember as soon as possible, just in case you forget.
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