But as time went on, it became harder to have hope. She started to give up. There was no knowledge if a day had gone by. Her routine consisted of the same each time she would wake. Wake, eat, read, and fall back asleep while fighting against her thoughts. She was tired of trying, of fighting. Life was becoming tiring. There was no point, no motive to keep her existence anymore. What was the point when she would be left captured inside the cell for the remainder of her lifetime?