Tick Tock Tick Tock. Time seemed to be going so slowly. Each second felt like an hour and each hour seemed like a day! Trey had become bored of sitting in this room, a room that he was not allowed to leave. He knew everything about this room, how the light hit the dark wooden walls at certain times, how the books were all lined up alphabetically on the shelves that expanded across the whole wall. He was becoming restless and  he felt like the room was judging him, as if it was ripping him apart bit by bit, getting down into the core of his thoughts. 

The door opened, his father was there, holding a tray of food. Was it really that time already? Trey had started losing track of time, he was doing anything to forget the clock was there. ‘Father?’ Silence. His father didn’t even look at him. He walked past Trey, who was sat on the makeshift bed. He put the tray on the floor and walked out, without so much as a sound. Trey was starting to wonder if all of this was real, or in his head. He had, had no communication with a living soul for over a month, he still wasn’t entirely sure why he was there, why he was being punished. He looked at the tray, all that was on it was boiled cabbage and dry bread, which was slightly stale. He felt nauseous just from looking at it. He left it. He wasn’t going to give in to their pity, if this is what a father could do to his son, he didn’t want to be a part of it. He went back and sat on the leather hard back chair. It was uncomfortable, but far nicer than sitting on the floor, it gave him some kind of dignity. 

He must have fallen asleep, the room was now dark and there was no real light bar from the moons comforting light streaming through the window. He looked around, the tray was gone, but the smell of cabbage lingered. He couldn’t stand that smell and his father knew it! Trey started to cry, it was all becoming too much for him to handle, he could no longer handle the pressure of only having his thoughts to comfort him. His memories of his wife and children were becoming such a distant feeling, that he could no longer remember their smell, their voices or the feeling of their skin. His thoughts turned to a dark place, what if his father had ordered them killed. He was an influential man and if he was trying to punish him, then that would be the way forward. He hoped and he preyed that they were fine, if his father had a problem with him, he preyed that he would take it out on him. ‘ARGGGGHHHHH’ He screamed out into the lonely night, just like a wolf cries to the moon. It echoed round the room. Trey started throwing books around, upturned his bed and threw various things at the door. That’s when he heard the door open, two strong men came through  the door and grabbed Trey, he tried to put up a fight, but his body had given up on him. He would have been able to fight back, he was strong and handsome once. Now he was slim and looked like a beggar off the street. A shadow of his former self. They dragged him out of the room, down the stone stairs and down into the basement. They finally stopped at a big wooden door, they got a guard to unlock it, he hauled the large doors open. Trey was then  thrown onto the cold, damp floor. He hit his head off the stone floor. Everything went black.