Adrianna

I'd slept ever since Diego left the bread and water for me. Whenever I woke up, I forced myself to drift off to sleep again. The idea of having nothing to do and being watched all the time made me think of unpleasant memories. Such as Dad leaving, or the way my sisters behaved after the funeral. Or rather, Alice not coming, and Rebecca pretending I didn't exist.

"You didn't eat or drink anything after I left?" a male voice said.

I was feeling disoriented and for some reason, it took a while for me to realize Diego was talking to me, not Mom. For some reason, I was caught between my reality and my subconscious. He'd either come to change the bucket I hadn't used, or he'd come to get me out of here. It was then I smelled it and realized I hadn't used the bucket because I'd pissed myself. I was sitting in my own urine, and it didn't bother me.

"Adrianna, don't try to move. I'll lift you up."

I didn't argue as he gently held me and I wrapped my arms around him. It was as if I couldn't f