I'm Sorry

Hours passed, and she was just lying there in the room, looking at the ceiling. She could tell it was almost night, since there's no light in the room, and it will always be pitch dark when night falls. She never liked the dark; she couldn't see what's happening around her. Ironically, she didn't know where the light source came from. No windows, no vents, she's just like sitting inside a huge box.

Angela stared at the white ceiling with bored eyes. Usually she would cry her eyes out after he interrogated her, but today was different. He didn't meet her other than taking her tray. But he did say to her not to fall asleep tonight, so maybe he's coming to meet her after this? Would he be coming to interrogate her? She didn't know. But why night? She had unpleasant thoughts, but she tried to shake them away. He wouldn't do such a thing, would he?

The darkness came had signaled her that night has come. It was dark, and she couldn't see a thing. She only laid there with the blanket covered her abdomen. It's so lonely, she thought. But having a time of her own actually made her feel calm, other than being with some stranger in a room with her.

The sound of the door caught her attention, she sat up and turned around to look at her visitor, but was blinded by the yellow light. She covered her sight with her hands, squinting hard on the light before her. As the light finally dimmed, she managed to see who was bringing the lamp.

"Care for a little light?" He mused.

"I prefer the light that doesn't blind me, thank you." He smirked under his mask. He walked towards her and stood in front of her as he looked down. She only looked up to see his mask, curious on what's he gonna do next.

He walked pass her and went to the white wall, placing the light down beside him and sat down, facing the wall. He turned around to look at her, seeing her face all confused.

"You want me to drag you here?" He sassed. She rolled her eyes, but slowly, she hesitated to crawl closer to him. It took her a good few minutes until she was beside him, only a few meters apart, but he didn't look like he mind about it. She exchanged her look from the wall and him, still not getting what he was trying to do. He looked at her, then he stretched out his hand towards her, holding onto something, which made her back away from him due to reflexes. He sighed.

"It won't bite you.Take out your hand." He ordered. She was surprised, but do as she told; She slowly went closer to him, reached out her hand below his grip. He could see that she was trembling. He tried to ignore that and put something on her palm.

Crayons?

She looked at him so bluntly. He grunted disapprovingly.

"What? Never seen a crayon before?" She rolled her eyes again and spoke.

"That's not what I meant. What do you want me to do with this?" She asked. He sighed.

"Do I really have to demonstrate everything? Look." He held the  black crayon in his hand and started to draw on the wall. He was squiggling something, though she didn't know what he was drawing.

When he finished his art, she looked at his drawing.

"Is that a rat?" She asked him.

"..."

"No, wait don't tell me.... it's a--a..."

"It's a pony." He answered. She looked at him with doubt. Was he serious?

"It doesn't look like a pony. Look at that, it got whiskers." She pointed out a few features from his drawing and he grunted.

"That's not a whisker, that's its tail.." He excused. But something else happened that actually made his heart stopped for a while.