PROLOGUE
The steel doors open and a guard walks in with a tray of food. "Here's your food." He says as he tosses the tray towards me, spilling half the contents in the bowl. As he reaches the cell door he slightly turns around and grins at me. Not the nice and gentle grin, the grin that says 'you're going to get it' and he slams the door shut.
I scramble over to the tray of food sitting in the middle of the empty cell and see what they gave me to eat. I have noticed that for the past few meals they have been becoming smaller and smaller portions. The last meal I ate had 4 apple slices, bread, soup and a glass of water. Now I only have an end piece of sour dough bread, a little bit of cold soup with clumps of who knows what in it, and two slices of green apples.
A rumble from my stomach distracts me from my observations and hunger begins to take over. Without thinking I grab the bowl of soup and quickly drain the contents and in the process choking on something that might have been broccoli. Then I grab the two slices of apple and I eat them slowly, puckering my lip at the sour juices. I never really had a thing for green apples, I think to myself. Afterwards I grab the slice of bread and tear off a piece shoving it in my mouth. Stale. It is old but not yet to the point of mold.
When I finish off the last bits of the bread my mouth becomes dry and I instantly reach over to where a glass of water usually sat, but I forgot that they guard didn't provide me one and I suddenly wished I had saved the cold soup for last.
Dryness begins in the back of my throat and gets worse to a cool burning sensation and begins to spread up to my head.
The last thing I remember was seeing the cell door open and the shadow of a person standing in the entrance. My vision starts to become blurry and black dots crowd my vision. The man in the entrance takes a step forward and everything goes black as I fall forward on to the ground.