Chapter 9

I then start to feel the warmth of the sun on my cheeks. As I open my eyes from my sleep, I look around. I'm in my room. At some point in the night they must have come and got me and brought me to my bed. I am not sure how I did not wake up. I'm not that much of a heavy sleeper. I'm not used to people doing things for me. I find it odd that they even care.

I then hear a knock at the door, and it opens. They don't wait for me to say come in, they just do as they please. It just shows how much control I truly don't have. I don't want to move, I just want to lay here and walla. But to be honest, I know it's not going to do anything. So, what is the point of lying in despair? I listen as my stomach growls from the smell of the delicious food on the cart that is being wheeled into my room. Would it really hurt anything if I ate it?

I hurry to sit in my bed as I'm watching Ms. Davis brings my breakfast, but when I see her facial expression, I see looks of petty. I go to say something, but t