Day 28
Nothing was accomplished today, just me tiring myself out searching for an exit. I'm beginning to run low on food and I fear I may starve down here before I escape. Running out of ink as well, down to the last bottle. Not sure how long I can keep writing these.
I set the notebook on the desk and the quill beside it. With a heavy sigh, I turned and walked over to my bed that was so generously provided by whoever trapped me down here. Still, I couldn't help but wonder why?
Why had they gone through all the trouble to bring me here, take me from my family and force me to live out my days in solitude? Was it all some kind of revenge plan? A way to get back at me for something I did long ago?
All I know is what was written on the wall when I first awoke. You'll know when you can leave.
What that meant was lost to me as it slowly began to vanish over time. Now all that's left is a black stain, though it looks a little like dried blood from time to time.
I quickly shook my head in a vain attempt to get those thoughts out of my mind.
'This place is getting to me' I thought as I collapsed onto the mattress, ready to fall into another restless sleep.

This story is somewhat inspired by Fallout. I've forgotten where I was going with this so... tell me what you think.
This is my first story, criticism and feedback is greatly appreciated.