Insatiable punishers

The first time I heard them fight with such vengeance was sometime as this two years ago. Now, they’re just a part of my life even though I have never seen them or even heard of them. But, I have, certainly, heard them on the other side of my bedrooms wall.

There was once when I could almost feel her being thrown against the wall again and again till, be the end of the night, he walked out slamming the door and leaving the house in shambles. The reason all of this is in such detail is because I can hear ever footstep, slap, slam, thrash, or throwing of a vessel. There are a lot of times I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. “Am I imagining all of this?” I often ask myself but then instantly there’s another strong vibration on the wall or a loud noise, which takes me back to them away from myself.

You might think I wait for this every night to hear the things going on in their life but that is incorrect. Its just inevitable for me to hear and go through their fights night after night even after trying many different methods of blocking out myself from the noise.

It sure is hard for me to live in this small confinement with the noise and lack of food, water and equipment to do basically anything but I guess that’s how a human’s body learns to adapt to almost any environment. I guess that’s the beauty and disadvantage in a way. Disadvantage, I would say for me, as I haven’t had the opportunity to consume anything more than the package of semi-liquid that is thrown into my confinement while I have passed out I say ‘passed out’ as I’m not quite sure of the time or day and I tend to randomly wake up not remembering when or what I fell asleep to. I did try and keep a track of both but over two years it’s really hard to be able to keep track of time.

I always wondered if they would ever come around to releasing me from this confinement rather than taking me out for their pleasure.