"Let's go watch TV!" I said, using the crutches to steady myself as I walked. 

As I made my way to the lounge, my pace was slow, and I found myself becoming exhausted at a surprisingly fast pace. My time being locked up and left me really out of shape! 

Every now and then, I saw a man standing around, apparently on the lookout. One of my guards, I could only assume. Their presence made me feel uneasy, but I had no intention of doing anything to upset them, not when the result would be more miserable weeks in total captivity. 

Once I had arrived at the couch, I pulled my legs up onto my seat and curled into a ball. It felt so nice to have something soft to rest on, something less depressing than the floor of a padded cell! I found the remote control sitting on a table next to the couch and began navigating through the channels. Lots of boring news, cartoons, sitcoms - all of these things were astoundingly interesting compared to my previous situation. However, the channel I stopped on was showing horror movies.

I frowned, a bit concerned by my desire to watch such things. Had the necklace changed my nature, made it permanently more violent? Previously, I had been quite cowardly, too afraid to even think about ghosts and serial killers, yet now I sought out media portraying those things! Something had to be wrong with me...