Alaria:
The door was heavy. The silence heavier.
But to say that I was angry would be an understatement to how I was feeling.
The guards posted outside barely glanced at me as they brought in the tray of food and left without a word. I glared at the untouched tray. Much like the others, I have been watching them bring them in and take them out. I refused to eat, I refused to allow them to think that they could weaken or break me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my arms folded tightly across my chest.
Until I heard it.
Small fists banging on the door.
“Mama! Mama! Let me see Mama!”
My stomach dropped. My hands clenched into fists against my arms.
“Please! I want to see my Mama!” Her little voice cracked, and my whole body went cold. “Open the door. Why won't you l
