The Count of Monte Cristo
. I’ve never been a part of someone being literally on top of world with happiness, then being shoved to the depths under the earth in complete despair. Edmond Dantes, the character I am following on my voyages through the Mediterranean, just got sent to the shadowed depths of the prison Chateau d’If. Life here is different than any of the American prisons we have seen on TV; hopefully no one has visited them in person. I am in, what I best could describe, as a dark, damp, and cool cave. Except for the fact that caves will always have an opening where you are free to come and go as you please. I try to keep track of the days but they all just start to blur together. I don’t even know my own age anymore for I have lost track of the years. You have to keep on open mind to keep yourself from going mad. A simple task of getting a bowl of food everyday gives you your rush of excitement for today. Just when the thought of suicide creeps into my head a faint noise of pounding lifts my hopes. Another prisoner has tried to escape but instead he ended up in my cell instead of the outer walls. Alas a companion has come to ease my sorrows in such a dark place. This new friend, named Abbe Faria, has taught Edmond politics, physics, math, languages, and fighting skills. I can see that Edmond is turning into an entirely new character as I sit back and observe their teachings. If we ever escape, Dantes will be able to extract a superior revenge on those who falsely imprisoned him, because of his greater knowledge on life.
How time changes within a week's time when you immerse yourself into a story such as Alexandre Dumas’