Chapter 15

• It had been two days since I was thrown into that godforsaken room. I refused every meal brought to me, ignored every voice that came through the steel door, and curled into myself like a dying animal. I hadn’t been allowed to bathe, hadn’t seen daylight, hadn’t heard a human voice that wasn’t barking orders or threatening consequences.
• My skin was so pale I could almost see through it. My lips were cracked, my body smelled of sweat. I felt like death was a shadow hovering above me, just waiting for me to stop breathing.
• I’d made peace with the end. No screams, no tantrums. I would let death come quietly, with dignity.