(Pssst~ Contents may be overly dramatic but like i said, it's just a rip of my Eng descriptive writing. Nothing serious here. For any error in my grammar and context, i beg your pardon.)
I grabbed my pillow and laid down my weak body on my bed, closed my eyes firmed, tried to sleep. Hoped it could drive the pain away. The next stage came, headache, as if thousands of needles were piercing into my head through and through, and was spun at the same time, so heavy and torturing. I could not stand it that I rolled on the bed, bit my lips and yelled helplessly. Tears ran down my cheeks, and get soaked into my shirts and pillow as it ran through them. I could not think of anything by that time, but the pain. I could not stand it that I wanted to give up and wanting to be dead so that I will lose it. It felt like I was in prison, not an ordinary one but the prison of hell…
By Dk. Amal Munyati.
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