Mata Tiba Tiba Perih นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I gasped, curling in on myself. It wasn’t the impact. It wasn’t the bruises. This was inside. “Get up,” Matt ordered, kicking my thigh. I couldn’t. The cramp came again, harder, radiating down my legs and into my lower back. It felt like something was tearing. “Matt,” I whimpered, clutching my stomach. “Something’s wrong.” “Stop acting,” he spat. Then I felt the wetness. Hot. Heavy. Rushing out of me. I looked down.

I get up slowly from the bed, which seems like an hour. Even the night is cold, I can feel sweat on my forehead. There is some kind of uneasiness around me, even though everything seems to be fine. Finally, I stand up from the bed and pour a glass of water for myself and suddenly; I feel a sharp piercing pain in my abdomen. The pain is exaggerating and unbearable; the intensity is exploding.