Another night, another suffering.
That had been the story of my life. But tonight felt different. My body was in even more pain. No. My heart was in even more pain. Writhing on the bed, muffling my own screams by burying my face in the pillow, I embraced myself.
Slowly and painfully, feeling my nails dig into my skin. My body was burning as if I was literally being burned alive. This morphing thing would be the death of me; no, I shouldn't think like that.
I wanted it to stop. Just stop. No more. Those words repeated in my head like a broken record, pleading for mercy to whoever could hear these desperate pleas.
My thoughts kept going back and forth, slowly driving me insane once again.
