Shackles

 Writing prompt: The shackles grazed against her wrists as she changed position in an attempt to get comfortable.


                                                                                                                                                               
I woke again after just an hour of sleep. I'd been going in and out of consciousness for who knows how many hours. Probably, it has been days, maybe weeks since I was chained to this wall.

The eagerness of getting out of the shackles was soon replaced by hopelessness. I didn't know when was I going out or when would someone be coming to tell me what I was doing there.

With a sigh, I changed position in an attempt to get comfortable.  The shackles grazed against my wrists, rubbing on tender injuries. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how did I end chained to a stone wall. The last thing I remembered was being at home after that everything was blank.

With my eyes closed, I slowed my breathing and waited for the darkness to take me again. When I was about to greet the void of my mind the door to the cell opened.