***** DAY 09 ******
“How is she?” Tia asks as she kneels in front of me.
“Still unresponsive. She’s eating and shitting and doing basic functions, but other than that, she’s like a vegetable.”
“Opal? Can you hear me? We need to talk.”
She flicks a finger in front of me but I didn’t blink. I look at her face as she peers back at me. Then, that familiar little boy's face appeared in my mind again. I clutch my head and I crouch on the ground. I whimper and whine until the image disappears.
“She’s been doing that a couple of times since she arrived here.”
“It’s her mental state,” Tia says. “Now, I am starting to believe that death god deserved to be killed like that,” Tia comments.
“You are the only one against the plan. I can’t believe you can still see that monster as human.”
“Food?”
