I don't know how to describe it.
I was scared, worried, and scared that no one would come to save me. It was like a bottomless pit, and I kept falling down. Only then did I know what it felt like to not be able to touch the ground with both feet.
But I heard it.
I hear it.
I heard the jeers and jeers of everyone at the entrance of the cave, the smiling faces of the women, and the slightly heartbroken expressions of the men. In the end, everything came to nothing. It was the ferocious look of the man trapping me in a chair, and the proud smile of the woman standing beside me when she called a group of people to beat me.
I kept falling down and they kept taunting me.
I don't want anyone.
Come down.
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Go to hell.