The hatched open and I stared at the tray that was pushed inside. oatmeal. Again.
Great. I took and started to eat, this was the sixth day or maybe the seventh, I didn’t know to be honest, the stupid men that was just taking out to the bathroom and back or gave me this s**t to eat didn’t speak, didn’t listen and the last time I had tried to scream the guy had smacked me hard over my face, so sure wasn’t trying that again…. I shuffle the oatmeal around with my spork that was made from cheap wood. if I didn’t give it back, they came inside and got it, trust me I tried. like I could kill one of them, they where huge, big f*****g blocks and I wasn’t a fighter, I didn’t grow up to fight for my life or defend myself.
No. I just had been a stupid housewife, and now I was here, a f*****g prisone
