Ana
I open one eye at the sound of a door opening. I know it's one of the police officers assigned to protect me, but I still feel a small spark of terror anytime someone invades my tiny fortress of solitude. The minuscule room has just one small window in the wall opposite the bed I've occupied for the last two days. At least, I think it's been two days. I haven't been paying very close attention.
"I know you're awake."
It's the man. Ben, I think. I don't bother to respond.
"You have to do... something. Eat something, say something... Anything."
I don't.
"This isn't healthy, you know." He's beginning to sound agitated. "Don't you realize that we need your help to lock up the people who did this to you? What about your family? Your little sister was murdered, and you're doing nothing
