I can’t hear anything. I can’t speak or scream either. I’m perfectly aware of everything – and that’s the scariest part. I can’t feel anything beyond my neck – like some really powerful anaesthetic was injected into me. I can move my head a little. I know where I am…well, not really. I’m alone in a room with one small light – a bare bulb actually. I’m hanging from the ceiling. Chains with hooks. I feel like I’m in Hellraiser, but the hooks aren’t as large as in the movie. More like fish hooks…or barbed wire. No, they’re hooks, barbed wire would be too dramatic.

I don’t believe this. I’m hanging from the ceiling with hooks in my flesh and I’m waxing poetic about them! The strange thing is – there’s not a lot of blood. Nothing seems to be dripping out – which is always a good thing. It’s perplexing as Hell though. I can’t…huh, a guy just walked in. about my height, black hair…huh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he was me. Nah, impossible…he’s in one piece. I wish I could read lips…he’s smiling at me. I dunno what’s going on. Why aren’t I bleeding out? Actually, a much better question would be – what are the chains connected to? They just go up into the ceiling and vanish. Man, this is creeping me out and I’m hanging on them!

Well, I know the fall won’t kill me. If I do fall, it’s only a short drop. I’d say about a metre or so. Nothing to worry about. I still can’t hear or talk though. And then there’s the matter of the hooks in my flesh. Huh, the guy’s leaving. I don’t know what he was thinking…or rather saying to me. Oh well. I’m here…hanging. I wonder how long it’ll be before I start going insane. I give it a few weeks or even a day or so. Hang on – another interesting question. If I need to shit, do I take a shit in my pants? I guess I do – can’t imagine anyone taking me off these hooks just for me to take a crap. Guess that goes for pissing as well. Wait – what do I eat? Do I even eat in this state? I must have to…I mean, they can’t let me starve!

I don’t know. Maybe they can. Or this is torture or something. I have no idea about that. What do you think? Yeah, thought so as well. But I’m not going insane quickly. No, I’m keeping myself company, thinking to myself.

Yeah, that’s it.

I’m not insane…

Am I bleeding? I can feel something trickling down my arms…no, I don’t think it’s sweat. Must be blood. Um…huh. The light just went out. Hm, I’m in darkness now. Oh well. Yup…that’s blood all right. Smells like it. Just a trickle…not a large stream. Interesting.

I’m not insane though.

No, I mean, you can’t see either can you? Thought as much. We can’t see anything. Only the two of us here…you and me.

We’re both hanging here…you and me…

…I don’t know if you’re real.