I sat on the almost completely hard bed. It only had one slim mattress to cover its frame and the mattress did nothing. I sat there, not saying a word just staring at the metal bars that kept me here. I'd hardly spoken a word since I got here. I only spoke to Abe, and he wasn't much company. No one else was allowed to come and see the 'Queens murderer'. I was too dangerous. I'm not saying that that was a bad thing, or a good thing. I don't know what to think. It would have been nice to see Lissa, but feeling her pity, that wouldn't have helped my bad mood.

I was taken out of my reverie by the sound of footsteps echoing down the silent hall. One of my many guards stood there with a plate of what looked to be a two week old sandwich.

"Food, Hathaway," was all he said, placing the plastic plate down on the ground. Of course everything they gave me had to be on plastic- if anything- because that was the least dangerous object. If they gave me a glass plate then I could smash it and use it as a weapon. Well, that's what they thought anyway.

I walked to the bars and sat down just in front of my food. The sandwich was old and small but I didn't care, it was something. I shoved it down my mouth without really tasting it. That's how life in prison goes. You taste without tasting, look without actually looking. All I could do in this measly cell was feel emotion, but that didn't help. I didn't want to feel beaten- I hated that- I didn't want to feel depressed and dejected. I didn't want to feel anything. Especially not longing for a familiar face other than Abe's. At this point I would settle for anyone. Even Christian. But, no matter whom it was or what they did, only Abe could see me. He could pass on messages to the others, sure, but that wouldn't do much for me. The only way I could see them was through Lissa, which did very little to calm me. I rarely went into Lissa's mind because all her worrying about me didn't help at all.

I walked back up to the bed- if you could even call it a bed- and lay down. I tried to slide into Lissa but she was asleep. Just like I should have been, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything but feel my emotions all piled into one. They were all boggled up and I couldn't make much sense out of any of them except one. Surrender. If they wanted to kill me, they would. And I knew that sometime soon my trial would come and I wouldn't return here. Whether they decided to let me go or kill me. This stupid cell would be part of my past or my memory.

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