CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
AUTHOR'S POV
The growling of her stomach woke her up, hinting at breakfast time. She didn't understand how she could feel so hungry and nauseous at the same time when she had taken some self-prescribed meds that were sure to stop nausea and equally cure her hunger madness for three days straight. Again, she hadn't given much thought to her safety. All she wanted was for the disgusting feeling to fly away from her, and in its place a calm and collected picky-eating spirit. The picky-eating spirit was very necessary because she had begun to view everything as food. Even while watching TV, which she seldom did, she had almost swallowed the TV remote in a hungry abandon all in the bid to satiate the nagging worms in her belly which had managed, with little difficulty to chop her self-control into tiny invisible pieces.
