Chapter 19 : A longer sentenced then planned

“Hay Ingrid, when’s the newbie getting here?” An excited voice asked from the corridor out side of my room. The commotion shocked me into action and the realisation I was on 10 minute checks. I had to act fast, and hope that whoever was outside talking to Ingrid would keep her there for a while.


I desperately searched the cell, or “dream” (as every one seemed to call it) for anywhere to hide my little treasure. My frantic searching eyes fell on one tiny blob of blue tack that was stuck to the wardrobe door. Grabbing it, I gently stuck it to my blade then to the underside of one of the shelves in the wardrobe. softly closing the door I flung myself on my bed. Grabbed a book from the pile of stuff I was aloud to keep and pretended to read. Before noticing the small line of blood seeping through my tee-shirt. My heart jumped up into my mouth as I desperately searched for an idea in my head. What if she just burst through the door and saw the blood on me? What did they do in these places if they found out you hurt your self? I gulped.

“I believe she prefers being called Mi, Bella. How would you like it if she called you oldie?”

“Well it’s not my damn fault they have kept me here so long. They told me I would be here six weeks, five months down the line and I’m still bloody well here. Besides Ellie’s been here for 9 months.”

I froze where I stood, a line of cold sweet dribbling down my neck. She had to be kidding right? No one was really here for that long. where they?