Amelia's POV:
I stared at the bowl of what looked like oatmeal outside the cell. Beside it was a cup of water. Clean water this time. I looked up at the guard, he appeared double to me. My head was having a hard time staying up. How long had it been?
"Eat." The guard said in a gruff voice. "And be fast about it." He hid his face, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.
This had to be a joke right? Or a trap? There's no way this was real.
"N-no" I said. My voice sounded weaker than I had thought. I didn't want it. Who knows, they have probably decided to poison me.
"Just eat it." The guard said. "It's not poisoned. You haven't eaten in three days now."
Three days? It's just been three days in this hell? Why did it feel like it had been months?
I shook my head. "No."
I heard the guard
