Chapter 42

Anna’s POV

Those painful memories are books with chapters. Deep and horrible, so I left them on the shelf somewhere in my brain to gather dust.

I promised myself not to pick them up unless I needed to learn something, to gain a perspective that helps me create my own good story.

But here I’m again, in another painful reality. It used to be physical pain vs emotional pain. But never have I ever imagined that I will experience both pains simultaneously.

I feel weak and sleepy, who knows? I have probably been injected again. My eyes are drowsy and my head is heavy. I want all of it to stop. All the pains to end. Why does my life always have to be drama-filled? Why does it have to be from one pain to the other?

Why does it feel like Karma is sitting somewhere and shuffling my destiny like cards? Why does it feel like my life was drafted and written by a heartless, inconsiderate author?

The white cruel man forced the oatmeal in my mouth and I bite his