Alicia POV
I paced up and down the cell, rubbing my arms to create even a fraction of friction to generate heat. It wasn’t helping, nothing was helping. I hated being holed up here like an animal, manifesting into the very thing my abusers molded me to be. It was their scorn and violence that whittled me down to this. And after all I had suffered, I was bearing the brunt. I wasn’t a good enough victim so they made me into a villain.
I was on the brink of a breakdown—another one. I had to calm down. I reversed and plopped down on the bed, edging back to huddle in a corner to gather what little warmth I could. It used to be so difficult to wrap my arms around my plumb figure. It still was but now it was slightly less so.
I had to rest, but sleep struggled to find me here. Every moment was a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. I slouched into the cold crook, closing my eyes. After a while of floating in darkness, I plummeted.