*Raya*
I am sitting in a corner of the cell… the cell, such a weird word to be thinking about, to be honest I didn’t even know we had cells under the pack house. And especially not like this, cold and clammy, reminding me of a dungeon in a book about the dark ages or something. But now I do.
“I can’t… it hurts… I can feel it… my head..”. My mother is ranting feverishly, sitting on the dirty mattress in the other corner. “The pain… oh the pain, so much pain”.
My father is just standing in the middle of the cell, his hands folded on his back, looking like he is deep in thoughts. He doesn’t seem to care about how my mother or I feel right now.
But right now I don't care what he is pondering upon or if he cares about me. Actually I care very little about what any of them are
