Megan’s POV

Moments later, I heard many footsteps approaching me and a few guards helped me up and then they asked me to sit in the wheelchair. I saw that the pants I was wearing were wet and red with blood.

A guard yelled and ordered two of my cellmates to prepare clean clothes for me. Things were quite chaotic. I just sat quietly in the wheelchair while enduring the pain. I wanted to scream and call my mom, but it was impossible. She was in a distinct part of the prison from ...