"Rule of three... I can survive three months without eating, three days without drinking water... and three minutes without breathing." You repeat to yourself in a whisper as if it were a secret...you don't know what to do

Your days of...kicking down the door and starving to death seem to be numbered the moment that so-called "doctor" stopped coming to supervise you and your mother

Surely they've already abandoned you both here...alone...hungry and in such a bad mental state that your mother is thinking of sleeping with one of the guards to get out of here

That's probably why you haven't spoken since yesterday...

Your mornings are only based on waking up whenever you want...watching your mother clean, sitting in one of the two chairs at the kitchen table, and staring at a static glass of water

All of this was more fun when your sister was here...wait...sister? YOU DON'T REMEMBER ANY SISTER

"What are you doing?" Your mother's voice reaches your ears, making you look up and see her...on the other side of the apartment, standing in the doorway that is now ONLY HER ROOM, leaning against the frame

She had her arms crossed, her eyes squinted, and her brow furrowed slightly as if she were trying to read something without her glasses...she looked a little annoyed with you..."you'll know why," she would surely tell you

"You're not doing anything...You know? You should try to help me at least fix one of the planks on my shelf...it fell over again last night" Well...she needs you...like every day...not even in a critical moment can she stop demanding something from you