Recuperation (Part Three, Chapter Four)

Finally, I could relax. I was placed in a cell that felt fairly comfortable, and I was fed three meals per day. I was allowed much time to recuperate. Most of the time I just slept. But I soon started to exercise myself and walk around. I started to write on a slate that they gave me. I felt that I had been converted; I was totally on their side, except for deep down inside me, where I still held my true beliefs. Then, after so long of doing so well, I yelled out in my sleep for Julia. I had ruined everything. O'Brien and a guard soon came to the door. O'Brien said I was to go to Room 101. I felt great panic. I had no idea what was to come, but I knew I would not like it. I knew all along that I would be sentenced to go there though. It had just been a matter of time before it happened.