Richard's POV:
I was getting tired of the silence in this glass cage. I hated how quiet it was. I was doing the same thing on a daily basis and it was starting to show on my mental health.
I lay on the rigid mattress, my eyes on the ceiling. Twelve cracks. Counting them over and over, was my only source of entertainment.
Nobody made a sound while the door was opened with a click as someone walked in. I didn't move.
The guard put the tray down on the table before leaving.
"It's breakfast," the young guard mumbled.
Or maybe lunch. I stopped keeping track of the days.
The guard paused for half a second and then turned his head.
The door closed with a hiss.
I waited, drawing three breaths. Then I sat up, my eyes flicking over to the tray.
Underneath the plate of
