Chapter 13

• Ella’s POV
• As soon as Joseph left, I collapsed on the floor of the cell. My body was beyond exhausted. I laid on my stomach for god knows how long. My head was blank. I tried not to think of anything. Nothing I would think about mattered anymore. I am going to die this morning. Maybe there is something much better on the other side. Maybe I’ll finally get to see my mom. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
• I drifted for a while until my back felt like it was on fire that I had to do something to ease the pain. I slowly got up. I had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been an hour or three. I went to the toilet, removed the tank lid and tried to clean my hands, neck, and face from the dried up mud. I think I got most of it by the time I was finished. I don’t know why, but the thought of dying filthy and smelly in public wasn’t something I wanted. My clothes however were a lost cause. Suddenly, I remembered that I put on two long sleeved shirts. I removed the top one, which was the muddy one. The one under it was clean thankfully. Well, only the jeans was muddy now, and that was fine by me. The cuts on my back were burning me. There was nothing I could do about them. I sighed, soon it won’t matter. I’ll be dead. I won’t feel anything anymore. I sat on the ground against the wall opposite my cell door, when I felt something in my left back pocket. I pulled it out and saw the last silver knife I kept hidden. I couldn’t help but feel like there was something I was supposed to do with this knife.