EXCERPT FROM ORTHELLIO

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Written by Okunola O. Zainab


When you are confined to four shrinking walls in stark darkness alone without a shadow, with nothing but your conscience, you tend to get fascinated by the oddest of things. You listen for the faintest sounds; the walls have their own noise, the drainage pipes echoes loudly, the darkness manifests, and it snaps your sanity like a dry twig. You seem to forget about survival, you just want to die because death seemed like an easy escape. The hole (solitary confinement) was designed to make you an enemy of yourself. Your conscience, your subconscious and your inner demons gang up against you to break you and torture you with memories that you tried so much to bury deep in your mind.
In solitary, all I could think of was Lucky. I needed to make sure he was okay, I needed to be sure that no one from the Rhinos got to him but, the dagger kept flicking on and off in my mind.
Orthellio was back and was going for the one thing I was created to protect.
I needed to find my way back to the surface, I needed to own back myself, I needed to fight.

How many hours did I use in the hole? 300 hours? The tally marks I scrapped against the walls were like brails because I couldn't see. I had done twelve days out of thirty and was slowly drowning in cold misery. I needed to fight.

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