Miley's P.O.V
It's been five days.
Five days since my father died.
Five days ago, I was happy. I had a mate, a career, a place to call home and a father.
And now, nothing.
I feel empty.
I feel lost.
I feel like an orphan.
A tear trickled down my cheek. Crying is my fate now. I dont remember how much I have cried since the past five days. But now, my tears have also dried out.
The day I was captured and thrown into this hell, I tried to smash everything in front of me. Unfortunately there wasn't much to destroy. Just a tin jug filled with water, and no cup to drink from. Due to my throwing away the jug on the far corner, all the water got spilled and I was left hungry and thirsty for the entire night. That night I realised that anger is not going to help me here. I have to go on.
