She tossed and turned; agony ripping her organs. Tearing each muscle, one at a time to derive maximum pain. It was a mere conspiracy against her albeit she led herself to this.
She had to accept and adapt. She would never be enough. Sleepless nights were common, dull mornings a habit. ‘I’m tired ‘ her flat response.
Every night was a challenge. She broke down; emotions toyed with the poor girl. It’s only when she broke down into a million pieces that she could see how much she lost and how much there’s more to lose.
And with every growing cut on her body, the lost conquered ‘the lose’.