Re: Wednesday 8:06 AM
Getting to cage number five was like torture. By the time eight o'clock rolled around, her face was ashen, and Joanie was slowly slipping forward when she wasn't paying attention. Several times, Joanie had to prod her in the shoulder to bring her back to reality, and every time she cursed herself for coming up with this stupid, self-destructive idea.
Feeling his hand clasp around her arm, Joanie gasped in surprise, eyes fluttering open as she stumbled to her feet and followed him out the door. She watched him write the note and followed him down the street. "Mmmmmm," she grunted as the light hit her eyes and made her squint. Though the room hadn't been entirely dark, she wasn't quite ready for so much light. Holding a hand over her eyes, she began to walk blindly down the sidewalk with a bit of unpracticed swagger. "It's so bright," she said lightly, finally moving her hand just enough to squint at the sidewalk. "I don't like it."