Chapter 9

When my eyes opened the next day, the sun shone bright outside, the trees basking in it. I could even hear the sweet melody of birds chirping from the cracks of the leaves. It was a beautiful day.

Only my life wasn't so.

Dragging myself up to a sitting position, I groaned from the ache in my joints. Everything hurt, and I realized it became a daily thing. My nose scrunched from the stench my mouth and breath held. I looked ahead at the widened door of the bathroom. If the feeding session was a nightmare, then what came next was pure torture. All I could remember was bolting to the bathroom and vacating my stomach of the vile content I had forcefully consumed. After that everything was a blur. How many more times I threw up or how many times I fainted, I lost the count. Even my clothes smelled of that awful miasma.

I glanced at the small clock that Nola left on the bedside table, and my eyes rose to my hairline. It was 11:27 am. Why did no one wake me up?

Fear rushed through my vei