Mya's POV:
It was dank, dark, and cold. There was a putrid smell down here. I couldn't even describe it. I looked around the cell. I saw a dirty toilet and a makeshift straw bedding on the floor in the corner of the cell. I sobbed into my hands. I tried to get through to Artic but couldn't reach her. It seemed as if she had disappeared into thin air. The only thing that I could remember was scrubbing the floors. I was digging at my skin because of the garment that I was wearing. I took a look at what I was wearing. It looked like a potato sack. And it probably was. A guard came to my cell. He was holding a small bale of straw and a thin blanket. He opened my cell door and tossed it in, closed the door, and left. I got up and grabbed the straw first. I pulled the string onto the bale and
