A year to live and die

A/N: Hi, how are y'all? I am back after a long time. Actually, I had surgery and just two weeks ago, I was back home. That's why I disappeared completely from wattpad. In those two weeks, a lot happened. My grandfather died, I recovered and became a lot better. But I couldn't get back on my writing as I was grieving my grandfather. He was and he is a special person to me. Always.
Anyway, now I am back and with an update. Plus, from now on, every Sunday is an update night. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for supporting me and staying tuned. I love y'all!

‘Day number I don’t know,
HAhahahahahahahahaha
I am alive’

‘Day number I don’t know, 
Nathan bro, you better
Have a good explanation 
Why you still didn’t find me.’

‘Day number I don’t know,
I am…I don’t know what
Since I am spending a lot of time alone
I am starting to question my existence’

‘Day number I don’t know,
What animal can sleep for 
 years?’

The groaning of Nevaeh caught my attention, stopping me from reading as I stared at her.  Grimacing, she sat up. She opened her eye and looked around before she fell back dramatically, “Dammit! I was afraid it was a dream,” 

She closed her eye, “Wake me up when my dream becomes reality,” I laughed a small laugh before turning back to the wall.

‘Day number I don’t know, 
I wish I can sleep for three
years like snails’

When I woke up, things were different in a way that wasn't. My injured knee was taken care of. It wasn't bleeding anymore and I was able to walk on it. I felt more energetic than before as if someone fed me while I was unconscious which does not make any sense. But now that I come to think of it, that's actually how Nevaeh survived or else she would have died. 

Since I woke up I have been looking for a way out but believe it or not there is no way out nevertheless, my brain is in denial of it.  Exceeding the argument, how were we in, in the first place. Now, this is beyond argument, right? 

‘Day number I don’t know,
Woah… I am listening to voices, 
footsteps, what the fuck?’

‘Day number I don’t know,
I think I am hallucinating 
Am I? I am mystified.’ 

‘Day number I don’t know,
I think I am living under the
house of my kidnapper.’

‘Day number I don’t know,
I guess…
I am not sure…
But I believe my kidnapper is a female.’ 

I wandered back as my eyes roamed the room(A room is any space enclosed within a number of walls to which an entry is possible by a door) so a mushroom shall I call it. I ambled to the corner of the mushroom. I knocked on the wall before getting closer and listening to any voice but there was none. I struck again, but still nothing. This time I banged my hand on the wall. 

“Sweetheart, I know staying in a room with no sunshine or air makes you go haywire but this is a wall, not a door,” Nevaeh said. 

“Hey, can you tell me about the footsteps and the voices?” I asked. She groaned before she wined as she sat up. “The what?” she asked back.