After the extensive amounts of torture and screaming I couldn’t hang on to life anymore. I’ve had constant thoughts of finding way to get out of it all, but nothing seemed smart.
“Eat up.” One of the very few limited guards that they had in her said as he threw a loaf of bread at us. The bread was hard enough to knock someone out. I didn’t complain, I just picked around the pieces and tried my best to eat what was there.
“I want to go back,” Red cried, fingering her bread. She hadn’t said a word to me ever since I came back to the cell, so hearing her speak now sent a wave of relieve into me. And as much as I hated to admit it, I did miss being back at that house. I missed the intense Ferro’s annoying face, the beds, the nice warm showers, the food, and the despite being with
