D A I S Y
Pain was the only thing I felt for a long time except the ever haunting darkness. When I realised I couldn't slip into it anymore, when the pain wasn't one that would kill me but the one that reminded me I was alive, I knew I had to break out of the darkness.
My body felt like it was on fire. My feet hurt. Pricked, actually. There was a certain numbness to them and even then, I could feel the hurt. My eye lids felt like they were made of metal when I tried opening them feeling the comfort of the duvet I was covered with, and my first vision was blur.
My throat felt dry. Sandpaper dry.
When I could feel like I wasn't paralysed anymore, that I had enough energy in me to move, gently taking support of the bed, I began sitting up, taking in the surroundings better.
White walls.
