The Lighthouse

How long has it been? A month? A year? A lifetime? The solitude... the ear-splitting solitude; It seeps through the cracks of the walls and whispers to you at night, beckoning.

How could they abandon me here? What sick twist of fate left me to rot in this briny prison with nothing but the sea birds and dead fish to keep me company? Well... I'll show them... I'll show them alright :)