With a sigh, I thanked Vivian for her help. Hopefully, she would be able to convince my guards to at least let me out of this stupid room for a while tomorrow.

After taking a long shower, making sure to clean myself as thoroughly as possible before leaving my cell, I sat down in one of the corners of my prison, leaning against its padded walls. The newspaper Vivian brought me was incredibly boring; I didn't care one whit about all the crimes that had been committed and politicians who had made their banal little announcements and speeches. Before long, I found myself sitting with my arms wrapped around my legs, chin resting on my knees, waiting for my medication-filled dinner to arrive. It took all my self restraint to resist the urge to try to slice my wrist open, but I knew I would never be allowed to bleed to death, and if I tried, my imprisonment would merely be prolonged. 

I hadn't done anything to deserve this sort of treatment!