Serenity
I had been stuck in this bed for months. I lost track of time after the first couple of weeks. Nessa was unreachable, and the siren inside me had been struggling to heal the wounds that littered my body. The only reprieve I got was when I was dragged upstairs to sing, the bathroom breaks I had five times a day, and the baths I got twice a week. The rest of the time I was chained to this filthy bed. The only visitors I got were Bruce and Collin. They were the only ones unbothered by my unfortunate circumstances. In fact, Collin seemed to find great joy in my predicament. It seemed to spur him on.
Fatima came downstairs daily to throw insults and beat me to the point of unconsciousness. My life had turned darker than it already was and had I been given the chance I would have ende
