Chapter Eight

Layla.

I am trying to focus on what Emma is saying but I can't get passed this feeling I am having in my body. My skin is itching and feels like there is a fire burning just beneath my skin. I keep scratching my arms to try and ease the discomfort. For some reason the burning sensation doesn't actually hurt it's just uncomfortable. My head feels like a hammer is banging around in it briefly making tears swell, I refuse to let them fall. My feet feel like they have been asleep for hours with the pins and needles sensations and my toes feel like they are being stretched to the max.

"Hey are you ok?" Emma asked with true concern in her voice which is the nicest she has been sense we left the jail. I don't know what I did to upset her, but if this is how life is going to be I think I'd rather stay in jail. This is why I hate people and never get close to anyone. Everyone is a liar or only use you for their own selfish needs. Or they show you one face and the next moment, a new mask takes