Prison break idea

Laura’s POV

“Fuck my life,” I muttered underneath my breath, glaring at the half-cooked morsel of rice and plain soup on my plate.

Even though I didn't want to eat the disgusting meal, I knew I had to eat it because we were only fed twice a day, and I had already skipped the first meal of that day.

Being sick in a deranged institution like this would drive me to commit suicide, and I couldn't have that.

I still needed to get my revenge on that bitch.

“Is the food too lowly for Princess Laura?” A buffoon sitting beside me grinned, showing her rotten pair of teeth.

Ignoring her, I mixed the rice with the excuse of a soup and ate it, while holding my breath because the stench of the food was pungent and nauseous.

Never in my life had I thought a day would come that I would be reduced to a shell of my former self.

Not only had I been forced to cut my long hair shoulder length, I was also forced to dye it from pink to black, with a cheap chemical that I was sure had destroyed my hair foll