I sit in the corner of the room on the hard cold floor, wondering what had happened, where I was. All of a sudden a door opens.
"Apple?" Some lady asks.
"Um, no thanks." I reply.
"Why not? It's freshly picked."
"I don't really have an appetite right now." I lie. I hadn't eaten in hours.
"One bite can't hurt." She really wasn't giving up on this one.
"But... but it is the wrong colour!" I say, staring at the moldy green apple.
"Eat it like your life depends on it." She says strangely.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because it does."