Pain
Her Ill-fated Life“How much can one actually take? This much – but how much is ‘this much’?” HyunA asked herself out loud as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror. Death, friends, life, family, everything else especially him and her flashed past her mind as she continued to stare at her own reflection. You’re ugly, and pathetic. She told herself in her mind, over and over again. She finally turned away from the mirror, and this time diverting her attention somewhere else – her wrist. She slowly lifted up her right hand and rolled up the long sleeve which was covering her wrist. She looked at it with such sadness in her eyes as the fingers of her left hand gently caressed the scar on it. The scar still hurt, physically and mentally.
HyunA quickly rolled her sleeve down as she felt her head aching. It was hurting so much she could actually kill someone right now. The pain was threatening to break her skull into half. She clutched the area where her head was aching tight while squatting down on the floor. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needs her medicine. She crawled on the floor, her legs too weak to even stand up and take her anywhere, dragging herself over to the cabinet where all the medicines were being kept. She rummaged the cabinet but her bottle of yellow pills was nowhere to be found.
“Ah…” She whimpered as she lied onto the floor – her body curled almost like a ball, her vision all blurry as droplets of big fat perspiration roll down her forehead causing her to clutch her head even tighter. The pain was eating her away, bit by bit, she felt as though she was losing herself to the pain and before she knows it, she out.
I'm sorry for not updating for such a long time. I'm so so so sorry. :( I'm sorry if this update is short and isn't a good one.
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