Deja Vu: Chapter 4
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Vic's P.O.V. I continued to do what I've been doing for the past couple of hours I think, which is doing practically nothing to the point where I get bored out of my mind. Not even being sure how much time has passed considering how hard it to keep track of time when you're kept inside of a place like this; not being aware of the things happening outside of the door and whether or not all of the prisoners have moved on to do the next thing on there schedules that the guards have premade for us. Being locked in here is what felt like real prison, atleast in the cell I'm already so use to being in I had some more space to move around, some old books I've reread countless of times in order to cure my boredom, and some actual lighting to the point I can clearly see whats around me. In here, I can hardly make out the outlines of whats in each corner of the room. Worse than that, you never know how long you'll be in this room. Its almost like a time out place you get sent to whenever you do something wrong that wasn't suppose to even be thought of doing, let alone attempted.