Chapter 7

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It was the next day, I still struggling moving but I could stand up. I ripped some of my jeans and put them on my legs to try to stop the bleeding. My bed had blood all over it, I struggled to get to sleep but when I finally did I was fine.

Alya didn't sleep at all, her legs were hurting her badly,  she was whimpering all night, I tried calming her down but nothing worked, she wanted her parents, I did to but I couldn't do anything about it, she is still young and has to go through this, I was thinking I was too young to be here,  I guess I'd better think again. 

We were being fed even after our attempt of escaping,  we were both used to the horrible food now,  but not used to our legs being in so much pain. I was feeling very homesick now,  I missed my parents,  I missed my sister, I missed everyone,  I regreted any food I left, I wished I listened to my mother who said to eat it all.

Alya and I were still remembering the life we loved when all a sudden we were both sent out, we were taken to a very dark and cold room, It was even colder than our normal cell, Alya was complaining she was cold and she was wearing a hoodie, I was shirt less. I have no idea how long we were in there,  but it was a few hours before they walked in.

One had a cane in his hand and another glass bottles, before I could realise we were being caned again, I went back to avoid the cane but they stepped forwards. Then they started throwing glass at us, they threw it from a distance and the glass went straight into my skin, I could feel blood dripping down my chest, that's when I realised I was in a worse state than I thought.

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