Tomorrow and Every Day After

Eleni

I roll over in the thin cot, my whole body aching, and stare blearily at the dull gray ceiling.

The crack in one corner looks like it might’ve grown another millimeter since I last checked. Not that I know how long it’s been.

There are no windows in here and just one heavy, metal door without even one of those little, barred windows you always see in movies to give me a clue what time it is. Camila dropped me off days or hours or months ago, and I haven’t seen her since. I push myself up to sit, intending to do whatever kind of exercise I can in here to pass the time or keep in shape for whatever empty opportunity I get.

So far, all opportunities have been met with beatings. Bruises collect on my body between bright incisions where the edge of a nightstick or gun caught me.

My stomach ……