The sound of footsteps brought me from my stupor, I turned to see Judy walking down the dimly lit concrete staircase towards me, I wondered how long I had been standing there, sometimes my brain switches of, when I am so tired of thinking, at times when, if I’m honest, I just don’t to think, but one look at her face told me she hadn’t come to find me because she was worried, her cheek was streaked with blood, and her hand was shaking. I rushed to meet her at the bottom,
“Are anda okay?” I urged, she nodded,
“I just came to tell anda that the girl anda brought in is in the bunks like...
continue reading...
