Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-5583506-20150226002304

''I will be dead within a week... I will be dead within a week... I will be dead within a week... I will be dead within a week... I will be dead within a week... I will be dead within a week...''

The words kept ringing inside her head that she would actually believe it, but then again it wouldn't be the first time. She remembered how she had gotten her name. Wraith...

From the last prison she had been locked up in and kept, her cell had been marked as recieving some "special dedication" from the elite guards. The newer guards never knew who their superiors had locked up in there in the darkness, though they had heard the sound of footsteps and the occasional mumbling from the other side of the door. Superstitious bunch as they were they had begun to call her the "wraith of Fort Suliman". They had never seen a sign of the prisoner of cell C 1142, but they sure had heard her...

Somewhere during that time when she had forgotten her own name, her sister's were all that remained... that and the namecalling from the younger guards whispering through her cell door. "Wraith..."

If she had been a ghost back then, she didn't see any reason why she shouldn't be a ghost now? If she was to be dead within a week, she might as well speed up the process and starve herself? Even though the cart loaded with food looked inviting, the mere thought of one week until death made all the food seem poisonous in her eyes...