Emily pov
it's getting late, well I think it is. I was moved from the cell to a bedroom but the windows have been bordered up so I can't actually tell if the sun is out or not. I was brought more food and water a few hours ago, they didn't bring me a open cup of orange juice this time. so I assumed the water had the posion, I. tipped it into the toilet then washed it and filled it in the bathroom sink. The food all looked fine but I still ate slowly making sure I could still feel clarissa. I'm starting to feel stronger now, im easier on my feet. All points to getting better. But im getting tired, it must be getting late.
I lay down on the old bed, it's a bit dusty but otherwise usable. Then I hear some keys rattling.
I see the big guy again, the one who looked like a tree and behind him
