'How much longer will I suffer, Nyx?'
A young woman lay curled on a disheveled bed.
The thin mattress dipped under her weight. Sheets twisted around her thin frame, damp from days of sweat.
Her brown hair stuck to her forehead and neck in heavy, greasy strands.
She had not left this bed in a full month.
The room felt suffocating. Thick, rotting food smell left forgotten on the floor filled every corner.
The air hung heavy and warm, pressing down on her chest with each slow breath.
Dust floated lazily in the narrow shaft of light that managed to slip through the cracked window.
The wooden floorboards creaked faintly whenever she shifted, but she moved less and less each day.
Her limbs felt heavy. Her skin itched under the dirty clothes, but she didn't care. Only staring at the same crack in the wall for hours with unfocused eyes.
'How many days had passed? I don't know anymore. Are'nt I despicable?' she spiraled.
A firm knock sounded on the door.
