What's Going On?

DASHA'S POV

"This is my sixth day in prison," I mumbled as I scribbled a line on the wall.

During the days I've been in this prison, I've been deliberately writing down the days that have passed.

I felt very bored. I didn't know what else to do but hum and scribble carelessly on the wall with my favourite pencil that I always carried with me.

I let out a harsh breath after I finished drawing. As I leaned my back against the wall and tried to find a comfortable sitting position, I saw the guard who guarded the prison appear.

"Hey, there's a package for you," the man said.

My eyebrows immediately raised in confusion. I was stunned for a moment. It was the umpteenth time in the last few days that the guard overseeing the prison had given me a package.

"Um... for me?" I asked like a fool.

I got up from my sitting position and walked towards the bars. The correctional officer had already opened the bars so I could take the package.

"Who exactly sent this package for me?" I finally aske