_Diane
"Pick up your food and return to your cell right!" The man yelled again after I collected the tray of the food that looked like a dog meal. I was left with no choice but to walk away with my weak bones.
I knew before anyone told me that I was walking like a freshly made zombie. My clothes already tattered and my skin was dry and even the blood on my skin was dry and stuck to my body.
I didn't stop because I will be beaten again. I dragged myself straight to the cell and sat down. I tried to look up at the lady beside me but my head was aching.
"Move!" She shouted at me and I could hear the voice in the head over and over again. That voice, there was something about the voice.
"Sheila!" I called out but she didn't respond to me. I doubted for a minute before I called out to her
