I felt lost, used, and above all, rejected.
I felt like I was in a dream. I stood so many hours in that bed that I have lost count. The servants would bring me plates of food and come take them back untouched. I had no force to eat anymore. I felt it was foolish of my part to feel so down but the rejection could hurt really bad.
At some point I got myself dressed in a nightdress and got under the sheets, but in hours, that was my only movement. Now I felt like a true prisoner, and if it was my fate to take me into the cell, so be it. I would have my bones lost in there forever, rather than my minds slowly here.
I don't know how long would have passed, but I have heard a voice calling me from the door, not my name but like.
"Hey!"
I have got myself up and tried to see who was talk
