Asia felt numb, ever since the day she had returned from the hospital. She didn't even feel hungry or thirsty. She didn't feel like doing anything. She didn't want to smile but whenever somebody would talk to her she would automatically start smiling as if she had some nice person syndrome.
She would look at herself in the mirror, looking absolutely stunning all the time. Even when she would just wake up, her hair would look styled to perfection. But she was unable to feel happiness. She, at least, knew that this was something to be happy about.
The only feeling that she was feeling was that she couldn't feel any feeling.
She wanted to feel happy, heck she even wanted to feel sad because the hollowness that was residing inside her was slowly going to tear her from within and she wouldn't even know what had happened to her and neither will anybody else.
