NARRATOR'S POV
Rachelle knelt in the cell, the dried straws covered the floor keeping her knees from getting abrasion. On the other hand, the dirty old small window-covered with dust and cobwebs is located in the moldy back wall, is casting a dim light in her battered form. As she waits for the authorities to take her to the lake- both her of hands are clasp together close on her chest as she shut her eyes. In silence she prayed, hoping that the God above will listen to her request- begging for a miracle that will help her survive, and if not she prays that in her last moment she was given the chance to confess her feeling for Alexander.
