I can hear the raindrops hit the ground, their shadow being projected in front of my eyes. The humidity is unbearable, my breathe is cutting off slowly. My body is so moist, so sticky, just awful. I try to lean as much as I can, I try to reach it but I'm just not quite there. Being down here, being alone here, having nothing left except that bucket of water. I can barely see it but that's all I have left. Maybe I deserve being cuffed down here. I just want to see her again.
I don't even know what I was trying to write. I've never really been handcuffed before so I couldn't really make something that really felt right for me to type but this is the best I can do for now.