Tyler's POV
Time didn't pass here.
It bled.
I couldn't tell if it had been two days or two weeks. The light above me never went off. The food came randomly, slid through a tiny slot in the door. Sometimes it was warm. Mostly it wasn't.
I tried not to sleep too much. I couldn't afford to lose track of time. But my body? My body had other plans. Sleep came hard and fast like a punch and left me even more disoriented every time I woke up.
And the silence.
God, the silence could kill.
No footsteps. No voices. Just my own breath echoing off cold concrete. I tried singing once. Whispered a song Azazel used to hum. Made it halfway through before my throat closed up and I collapsed onto the floor, shaking.
I had no mirror, but I could feel the weight in my eyes.
Guilt doesn't age you.
It rotted you.
