Authors note: This really isn't my best work, I kind of started writing and this is what it turned into. I suppose it might be classified as a short story but I don't really know.

    The memory is different this time. Usually memories become old and worn over the years, but the memory of the pit is still fresh in my mind. I can still feel the rats crawling up my neck, down my shirt, nipping at my skin. I shudder as I think of the horrific darkness that consumed me in that chamber. I shouldn't have even been subjected to such living hell in the first place…. Some people say that life isn't fair, and I have to agree, but what could I have done to deserve torture to that extremity? As I lay on this creaky, dusty bed and reminisce about that awful period of time, I am silently grateful that I have never fallen back down into a pit of any kind. After that particular experience I appreciated life much more, eventually married and had my daughter Violet. But I was never able to escape the pendulum, nobody can, as I slowly come to peace with the fact that the pendulum is inescapable I whisper my last goodbye.