Camila's POV
I wasn't sure how much time had passed since I was locked up in here. I felt weak and dehydrated.
But it couldn't have been more than two days right?
I had no way of knowing. The place was dark, and there was no clock around for me to know the time. Even if I knew the time, what would I do with it?
"You don't want this?"
I looked up from my knees. There was a guard standing outside the cell. I looked down to what he was pointing at. It was a tray of bread, a small slice of cheese and water .
Staring at the food made me want to puke. I wasn't sure I'd be able to stomach anything with the way I was feeling.
"No " I said. "I don't want it."
"Kid, you're going to starve to death if you keep acting like that." He said.
It wasn't like he cared, it wasn't like anyone care
