Chapter 54

Have you ever pretended to be alive?

Have you ever been to your own funeral?

That's how Jane felt as she stirred, her eyes fluttering open to a world that seemed alien. The room now bore the scars of a storm she didn't want to remember. A shiver crawled up her spine, and her cold hand traced the outlines of bruises etched into her skin. She felt small, and fragile, like a porcelain doll shattered and left abandoned.

She heard the roar of the thundering sky. It must be raining. The room seemed to hold its breath, even the sky was mourning alongside her. Jane touched the tender spots on her arms trembling, the sole proof of her pained tale she wished was a nightmare.

Last night she lost something precious and it was more than just her sexual innocence. She had lost a part of herself forever and deep down she knew it would probably never be the same. Tears welled up, rolling down her cheeks, leaving a salty trail on her skin. She was tired, not just physically tired but the kind of tir