Twenty Four
As I lay on the cold, hard floor in this prison cell that I am way too familiar with for my liking, I could not help but wish for one thing. I really hoped that this was a dream. But I knew it was just me trying to be optimistic again when there was really no reason for me to be optimistic, because it was clear, and very clear as day as well, that this was my destiny, that this had happened again.
And I was going to go through all that torture over and over again. After Rebecca made sure to report me to none other than the Luna herself, I was told that I would be serving three months in here. I could not imagine my life being in here. It was basically her telling me that she was going to let me die.
Three months, no food, no water, no one caring about me, just me sitting i
