I wake up in prison.
Of course, I was expecting it, but it still comes as a shock. To wake up on a roughly made, uncomfortable bed; to the unwelcome sight of concrete walls and steel bars. To the damp, stale air and depressing atmosphere. To the claustrophobic feeling of being ten floors underground.
I look around the room, and discover that, to my surprise, I am in the same cell as Missy. Well, not quite – we are separated by a row of vertical bars that stretch from the floor to ceiling – but it would have made sense for them to put us where we can't communicate with each other. But hey – I'm not complaining.
Quite the contrary to the bars on my
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Dear Delilah West
Teen Fiction'Dear Delilah West, Why? Why would you do that? Why would you take your own life?' Sam, a sixteen year old boy, desperately in love, falls into a deep depression when his soulmate Delilah commits suicide. He cannot imagine what drove her to do it. B...
