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.
Miya sighed heavily and lowered the tray to the ground.
"Still as stubborn as ever."
