85 Where Is Mom?

Feng Xuan woke up staring at the ceiling made up of iron sheets. Her back was aching and she got up from the make-shift bed she was laying on. It was clearly a mattress but it was so thin and she felt the springs poking her skin open.

Her sleepy eyes widened when she realized she did not know where she was. There was nothing in the room apart from a wooden table and a chair. A faded white door was shut but the doorknob looked like it was gleaming against the light bulb. She scratched at her arms and legs where little bumps had already appeared because of mosquito bites, but there were no windows. Her throat felt like sandpaper. She was thirsty and there was not a sign of a single drop of water.