Two weeks later...

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It’s been 2 days since the incident took place. I haven’t gone out of the room. My head and face still hurt. I have bruises all over my legs from being dragged down the stairs. I don’t know why, but I am so embarrassed to go out, the guards will either look at me with pity or laugh at me and I can’t face both. It’s 6 in the evening. I have been up for 8 hours. It’s either I sleep a lot or insomnia is my new friend. I’m looking for a new book to read to keep my mind off things. I have been thinking of escaping, but if he did this to me, for not going out, what would he do next? He’ll probably kill me. I can’t forget what Bova said to me when I first got here. "I think you should accept your life here, because you're not going anywhere. There are guards at every corner and there'll be guar

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