-Liana-
“Please, someone!” I yelled. “He’s dying! Is nobody listening?”
I looked at Jonah, whose breathing had become increasingly slow and shallow throughout the night. My heart ached at the sight. He couldn’t die. He couldn’t! I had tried making as much noise as possible, but it seemed to have no effect.
“Liana…” Jonah’s weak voice came from the other cell. I crouched down lower so he wouldn’t have to lift his head.
“I’m right here,” I said, giving him a small, reassuring smile as his eyes barely opened to look at me.
“Nobody… is coming,” he breathed.
“You don’t know that!” I insisted, unwilling to give up hope. “You don’t know!”
I stood up and began shaking the bars as hard as I could. I spotted a small iron cup on the floor and used it to bang against the bars.
“Hello! Anyone!
