Chapter 23 The Weight Of Despair

• My coronary heart pounded in my chest as Gabby and Josephine left the room, their laughter echoing down the hallway. The sting of Gabby’s slap burned on my cheek, but it changed into a pain in my soul that harmed the maximum. How did I grow to be proper right here? Why had I ever depended on Gabby? These questions gnawed at me, their answers misplaced in the fog of regret.
• Sleep came fitfully, haunted via fragments of nightmares and half-remembered horrors. I woke time and again, the dim mild of my room providing no solace. Each time I closed my eyes, Gabby’s sneering face and Josephine’s mocking tone invaded my mind.
• One night, as I lay tossing and turning, a wave of dizziness washed over me. I sat up, clutching my head due to the fact the room spun round me. My stomach churned violently, and I slightly made it to the small wastebasket through the mattress in advance, then I vomited. The retching has grown to be painful, each spasm a reminder of my bodily and emotional exhaustion.