Literature
The Measure of Life - Part 1
Nowadays, she often wakes up in the middle of the night, cold sweat staining her sheets, mouth open in a silent scream. Sometimes, she also finds that her eyes are wet with unshed tears and her hands clenched so tightly together that it hurt.
It is only at those times that she feels sick, absolutely and irrefutably sick.
And, it is at those times that she would head to the bathroom, close her eyes, and puke right into the sink. Afterwards, she stays there for a long time, simply sputtering, as if trying to cough up her entire soul--what is left of it, anyway.
The last thought she has as she washes the vomit down the drain is always the sam