VALENTINA’S POV
Another day in this hell hold has taken another ounce of hope I have been holding onto. I’ve been here for a little over six weeks. My body is weak and useless, as if I haven’t been preparing my whole life for something like this.
I have lost so much weight that I feel like a shell of myself. The only thing that’s grown on me is my stomach. It’s a miracle that my baby is still alive, I can feel him move sometimes. I just hate that he has to suffer just as much as me in this hell hole.
Five weeks ago, I was trembling in shock and vomiting repeatedly. The food and water I was given was like poison for me, but it was the only thing that I had to keep living. Every week since, I have been eating and drinking the same thing, but the sickness has lessened.
I’ve just been
