Mira’s POV I clutched my stomach tightly, my fingers digging into my skin as if I could physically stop whatever was tearing through me. But it didn’t stop. It only got worse. A sharp, twisting pain coiled deep in my abdomen, spreading outward like fire through dry grass. My chest tightened, each breath coming out shallow and uneven, like the air itself was being stolen from my lungs. “What is wrong with you?” My father’s voice cut through the chaos. I barely lifted my head. He stood at the bathroom entrance, tall and unmoving, his sharp eyes scanning me calculating, not panicked. “I… I don’t know, Father…” My voice trembled, barely holding together. “Where does it hurt?” Everywhere. But the word refused to come out properly. “It’s… everywhere…” I gasped, my body curling in on itself as another wave hit. “It hurts… please…” The pain surged again hot, violent like something inside me was twisting, pulling, waking up. My fingers tightened against the tiles as a strangled
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