“She has refused to eat.” I heard them say, the voice distant. Were they even voices? I couldn’t care anymore. I was unsure what I was, if I was still breathing or living. I was simply stuck in a limbo where nothing seemed to exist.
“Why?” A gruff voice asked, the footsteps getting closer.
“I have no idea. She has been unresponsive and cold. I wonder if she is still breathing.”
“You had better eat.” It snarled, but I only curled up in the corner where I had been, tuning out everything. “Your trial is coming, and you will need your energy for it.”
That was how the rest of the time passed by. Staying here had made me lose track of the day; there were no windows, so night and day blended seamlessly.
I was holed up in a room with only a bucket for relief, and the pungent smell of my excre
