Emma's Point Of ViewA loud clatter jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, but all I could see was darkness. My body ached all over from sleeping on the cold concrete floor. My limbs felt stiff, my head pounded, and my throat was dry from dehydration. It had been days since I last ate anything, and my stomach twisted in painful knots.I turned toward the source of the noise, my heart pounding. A metal tray had been pushed through a small rectangular opening at the bottom of the heavy door, the same way you would feed a caged animal.My stomach growled at the sight of the food: stale bread, watery soup, and what looked like leftover rice. I wanted to reject it like I had before, to show them I wasn’t broken yet, but my body had other plans. I was weak, too weak. The last two times I had tried to escape, I had failed miserably because I had no energy. If I was going to make it out of here, I needed strength.Swallowing my pride, I crawled toward the tray and grabbed the bread first. It
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