Ava's POV
I fell flat on the ground as the guard pushed me roughly into the prison.
I gulped for air, feeling totally drain of energy as I lie on the cold ground. My stomach rumbled, the worms were beginning to protest—a testament I at least need some food. But I know that was a luxury in here. A luxury these devils would not be willing to provide, so I crashed the thoughts.
My mind rolled off to the thoughts of my mother and my heart became heavy. I should be running around now; looking for money for her surgery, but here I was, locked in this god-damned forsaken place.
How would she be feeling now?
Would her health be better?
Or….
I shook my head, chasing the negative feeling away. One thing that has always kept me up is the ability to always think positive. Even when everything f
