Chapter 45

Time moved slowly, like thick molasses in the cold. I layed on the cold floor, unable to lift even a finger. I felt like my own limbs were just too heavy.

My eyes fluttered open for brief moments at a time, the darkness of my cell pressing down on me like a second skin.

Even breathing hurt.

Blinking hurt.

Living hurt.

Everything hurts...

Not long when I heard a faint shuffle of footsteps echoed down the corridor, they were soft, hesitant.

I knew it was her again before she even appeared.

Miya.

She stopped just outside my cell, she was holding a wooden tray in her hands, I couldn't open my eyes to see but I sensed that teh wooded tray held a bowl of thin soup, a piece of bread.

The scent drifted toward me, but my stomach turned.

I couldn't eat.

Not now.

Not ever, maybe.

"You need to eat."

Miya said, her voice was quiet.

I said nothing.

I didn't even glance at her way.