She didn't know if it was because of her awoke conscience, or because sudden fear erupted in her numb body, however, she managed to gather the last quota of strength within her body to throw the cup away right after she successfully threw in the herb, and only then did she allow herself to completely fall on the hard floor. Eyes closed, mouth slightly agape and dead silent.

Everyone in the room panicked, even the queen herself was worried as to why something like this would happen all of a sudden to a girl who had just been all right a moment ago. She was examined by the doctor and was ordered by the queen to be kept on a clean mattress, safe and sound, until she woke up.

When she finally woke up it was time to face her melancholic reality. Disgust, hatred, frustration, disbelief; an assortment of feelings of pure self-hatred rinsed her soul rigorously, lingered on and tugged at her heavy heartstrings.

Dear mother,

I don't know if this will help me survive

Or if it will be my own demise