THIRD PERSON’S POV
By the time Bianca woke up, she was clutching her stomach in pain. Her body was a bit weak, and that was when it dawned on her that she had not eaten anything all day. Now, the sky had turned pitch black. Her medication was untouched, too.
Having the urge to quench her thirst and use her drugs, she pulled herself out of bed and headed toward the door. Grabbing the doorknob, it doesn't shake, no matter how many times she turns it.
It was locked.
By someone.
Panic shot through her as her eyes widened, and she could see everything turning against her. Death seemed nearer than usual, and tears clutched onto her lashes as she found herself shaking her hand. Her hands were trembling.
“Open this door!!” Her voice was high, but no matter how many minutes passed, no help came.
The pain was hitting like a blow, each thrust deeper than the last, and her legs weakened like marshmallows underneath her frame. Gradually, her vision blurred like a pair of broken lenses, with her
