#WritcoStoryChallenge
The sun was setting on the horizon. I watched it and wondered if should I walk toward it or wait back.
I don't remember how long it has been since I think about the same thing.
A day, a week, hours, months, or even years.
I lost track of my counting.
"This is beyond what I can handle," I whispered to myself as I struggled to sit up.

My hands were cuffed on the headboard and my legs were tied apart from each other. Pain throbbed in every inch of my body and my...