EMERY GRACE CONRAD’S POV
To quench thirst about the truth is as equal as what they said. Cost a life to unveil what was hidden. Boldness in return of fervors or be dwelled towards the consequences of the action, and what I garnered is another couple of days spent in prison. But the place is much horrible. The silence keep me awake, and footsteps on the dark cells, which belongs to anybody unknown to me had cause my already bare arms and nape to shudder. To be with the other humans us much more comforting in spite of being held and imprisoned than this. All I have is myself, and the unending darkness wrapping around me.
But what I could do? As if I could marched down, and complain about this injustice.
I crossed my arms. Thoughts rushed out inside my head in an avalanche as I lean my b
