Greece

She didn’t die.

She cried herself to sleep every night, woke up with headaches. Couldn’t find the appetite to eat the watery food served in prison. Her cell was too small, barely having any light, barely having any hope.

She survived the first week of her time in prison, sought for death but didn’t die.

She suffered long days of hard labor, panic attacks that seemed to stop her breathing for what seemed like eternity, aching heart, and everything in between, still she didn’t die.

On the Friday of her second week in Cadet prison.

Ivory had woken feeling exceptionally down, she couldn’t barely drag herself off the flat mattress.

Her eyes refused to open after she blinked. Her body felt disjointed. It seemed her body had finally received the message that her mind had been sending. Ivory sighed weakly, accepting the death that seemed to be knocking on her door. “What a beautiful day to die,” she muttered under her breath as her body gave up.

The prison warden tasked with supervising th