Grand confines P1/2

[Idea of a castle was from Ian, my own spin was added, thanks Ian :3]

The echoes from my being bounce from wall to wall in a heated whisper of panicked conversation.

My laboured breaths from beaten lungs and humidity fill the air with a wheezing layer.

My careful footsteps from worn shoes on stone cold floors mock my footfall with a repetitive pitter patter.

My pointless whimpers which are defiantly escaping from my dried mouth dance with my attempted breaths to the ballads of my suffering.

And the shadows that hang above and all around me grasp at my clothes and judge me with heavy and unyielding eyes - better yet pits of blackened fire fueled by negativity and sin.

I search my abused mind for answers to questions still forming.
Why am I hear?
How did I get here?
Am I alone?
The answers refuse to manifest.

I travel along the roads of my past in search for the door I entered to be wandering these darkened halls; silent whispers and an empty presence my only means of company.