Fifteen

Alana's POV

We talked for not too long because he was being careful not to get caught while talking to me. The gates creeped open again, and the sticky vomit they called food was served and this time I decided to eat it with my eyes shut, I can’t bear looking at it while eating. The man had told me that is the only kind of food they serve in their cell

I woke up the next day with pains all over my body as the stress from the previous day was not something I was ever used to nor do I think I will ever get used to, the pain coming from my wrist was so unbearable as the chains were still till to them. I slowly rose from where I laid and stretched my body so much I thought I was going to break into two. I twisted and turned every part of my body to ease the pain a bit. By the time I was done the guard who comes to pick us for work was at the gate again, and steadily we all marched out for the day’s work. As soon as I stepped out I felt something I have only felt once in my life and wonder