TRIS
I lie in bed, unmoving, staring at the ceiling. It's been two days since my escape attempt, and Beth doesn't come anymore. Only Andrew.
He brings my breakfast tray, accompanied by Terry, the guard, who snips one of my wrist restraints so I can eat. They both watch me. They watch me do everything. It's both mortifying and depressing. Then, after my tray and potential-weapon are removed, Terry frees the rest of my limbs so that Andrew can put me through my exercises.
I do it because it means getting out of bed, not because I believe it will make a difference, anymore. I am strong enough to live, therefore I am strong enough to die.
When we are done, I crawl back into bed under their watchful eyes, and Terry re-attaches me to the bed rails.
And then, they are gone, and I am glad. Because when they are gone, I spend my time with dream-Tobias. He holds me, and I'm not alone.