There is a scratching on the ground below my window, but nothing is seen there. The sound rages in the evening, and never stops until noon, where it subsides to a hum. Not once has it let up long enough for me to be stricken by silence. Silence has been forgotten and it is impossible to leave here without breaking the code. Something I must abide by, and take full of dignity, or else the consequences would be everlasting on my name.
The scratching soon comes, and I bolt to the source, peering as far as the bars on my cage will allow me. I veer into the darkness, but never able to catch a slight glimpse. I pace a frequent path worn into my own mind and tangible surroundings.
It is obvious this must be some type of test, and I feel myself cracking sometimes, but never fully doing so. This breaks me worse than any actual hallucination, knowing it may come, and sometimes tries, but never relieves my troubled mind. I snap back to normalized thoughts and fears.
I would give anything to just let my mind take over, subdued by a lunatic inside, relinquishing control to my own body. No longer would I wait by the sill, checking and checking every time.
How long it has been since I remember the first night eludes me, even if it may have been a few months.
Nothing is focused on with such strength as that sound.