Thoughts

Vivianna's POV

They think I’m the monster. Maybe I am.

The room they’ve locked me in is quiet. Too quiet. No footsteps. No shouting. Just the faint hum of the old bulb swinging above my head. I’ve been counting its flickers for hours. Twenty-three now. Maybe twenty-four. I lost track when my chest got too tight to focus.

It’s funny. I’ve lived through war. Real war. With guns and grenades and peop