I wish I died that very day I stole the sleeping pills and the knife from the infirmary.
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It's been two days and I haven't been fed anything. I even tried to call for help but I guess no guard is appointed down here for me. Have they forgotten me?
On the third day, I was dying of thirst. Hunger I can control. I've gone empty-stomach for many days in hopes to lose weight. I am okay with not eating for days. But water, it's something I can't think of going without.
Even when I attempted to diet, I drank water to keep myself full.
"Is someone there? Can anyone listen? I need water. Please, help me. Just a glass of water." I spoke in my weak voice. As expected, no response came.
I kept going in and out of my consciousness. What else do you expect from a fat girl who binge ate in d
