Hazel’s POV“Happy anniversary to me,” I whispered, staring at the grey sky and drizzled rain, reflecting my sorrowful mood as I stood at the prison gates, burdened by lost dreams. My legs trembled as I stepped away from the gate, trying to find a place to sit, but the laughter of the other inmates stopped me. "Hey dirt, thirty minutes isn't enough. Stand for another!" The head lady sneered, her voice sharp and cruel. My throat tightened as I fought back the tears.I had been ordered to stand for thirty minutes just because I dozed off while she asked me to wash her clothes. I pressed a hand to my abdomen, where the pain throbbed like a drum. I had a miscarriage due to the continuous torture I received and wasn’t even treated properly. Each breath felt heavy, and I struggled to keep my composure.With a soft hiss, I stood there, trembling, while the cruel laughter echoed around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing to disappear, to escape the mocking faces that surrounded me.Just t
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