HAZEL’S POV
The loud incessant banging on my door roused me up from my sleep, once again. As i rubbed my tired eyes, anger began to rise up within me. This had to be a daily routine. Could no one wake me up properly?
I sighed, pushing myself up from the hard concrete ground, and groggily standing up. My body felt like it had been battered by a plank, but it didn’t feel as bad as it normally did. Was I getting used to sleeping on the cold concrete floor?
My heart sank, a silent sigh leaving my lips. Was I getting used to living like a prisoner? The thought made me grimace.
The rapt knocking came again, but this time it sounded softer. Had they known I was awake? I trudged up to the door and swung it open, ready to lash out at whoever was there, but when my eyes fell on three m
