Chapter 20C

Monica's pov

*While in exile*

I tried to eat the food because my friend told me to. I took a spoon out of the food and took some of it and dipped it in my mouth. I really wished someone would know how I felt.

As I took the first spoonful of the prison food, it reacted with my stomach, and I could not handle it. I tried all my possible best to try and handle the disturbance, but it was not doing me any good.

I sat down on the bench for a moment as the food kept giving me a running stomach.

I turned to ask my friend for help: "Please, help me. I am having a running stomach."

She looks at me in awe while touching me in my lower stomach, asking, "What is the matter? Is it much?" She ask.

This pain took me by the hand, and I almost shouted for help. "I think I need to use the restroom," I told her.

"Alright, don't worry, AK-407, hold on tight; I will call the guards," she said as she offered to help me.

I lay down a little bit from the chair because I could not sit up straight, I dropped m