Chapter 43: Am I Going To Die?

WINTER'S POV.

Having fell into a dreamless sleep, I awoke feeling even more hunger than I felt before. Do they intend to starve me to death?

I would pace around the room in agitation but I have not the strength to as much as stand. My stomach grumbles even louder and tears pool in my eyes, I don’t know if I’m crying because I’m hungry or because I’m heartbroken and my life is a mess.

I take another look around the room. The curtains are shabby and old, they look like they’ve been around for at least a thousand years. The paint on the wall is starting to peel off the and ceiling looks saggy and moldy, like its going to fall off anytime soon, I think I see traces of white paint but I can’t really tell.

The sheets on the bed is dirty and reeks of smoke that I wonder if the room has ever been on fire before. I wonder how I even fell asleep on it? What if the last person that was here died in a fire?

No, no. I need to get these ridiculous thoughts out of my head before I snap.

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