Azalea

I sat on the bed, looking around the cold, empty room. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as the harsh reality of my situation settled in.

This was my life now. The life I was forced into. At some point, exhaustion won and sleep claimed me.

The morning light gently filtered through the window, coaxing me to slowly open my eyes. I wished I could stay asleep forever.

I’d barely had time to catch my breath when the intercom buzzed loudly. The sound was sharp and cold, ...