Chapter Twelve

I FELT BETTER WHEN I OPENED MY EYES THIS TIME, my body didn't hurt that much. My headache was there, but lighter than before. And my ribs didn't seem to be broken anymore.

"Are you awake, child?" It was Hov.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. "Yes. How long was I asleep?"

"Only five days, don't worry," Gods above.

"ONLY?" I joked and he giggled. "30 days in the total. Now I have 23 months, great!"

He seemed sad to hear me say that, and I sighed. "It's not like you missed anything good, though!" That's reassuring.

"Everybody must have been so happy to see me almost dying," my sarcasm made my voice bitter. "I wish I had seen their faces when they heard I was going to survive."

"I don't know how was your relationship with the people here, child, but I don't think some of them hate you as much as you may believe they do," as if.

"That's called, pretending, Hov. None of them can fool me with their faked kindness," I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm myself. "You should know that