Too small

Levy woke up the next morning feeling drained and tired, she couldn’t remember when was the last time she had a good night's sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the screams of the prisoners of the frost gate prison would echo in her ears, followed by the memories of being zapped or hit with the electric baton every time she closed her eyes.

And then Levy would wake up with her back drenched in a cold sweat.

“ Damn my eye,” she rubbed her blind eye that was itching while the feeling of little pebbles stuck inside her intensified as she rubbed it with her knuckle. Levy sighed and dropped her hand, there was no point in troubling herself with this, even if she was to rub it throughout the entire morning, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of the prickly feeling.

From time to time her bad eye would hurt and even though it felt painful, Levy had gotten used to it. She pushed herself off the bed and then looked for the eyepatch that she has made with her old clothes. She found it deep in