Chapter 29 Chapter 29

Sarah's p.o.v

"How are you, My Lady?" Sandra asked, putting the plate of food down on table beside the bed.

I stopped talking about how I felt long ago because no one cared anyway.

Emotionally, I was done.

Mentally, I was drained.

Spiritually, I was dead.

Physically, I was broken.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell, I wanted to shout, but all I could do was lay there and shed tears. I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore. Was it fear? Was it anger? Was it hatred? Or was the fragments of vulnerability was piercing through me. Everything felt so much hopeless, and there was no way to feel better. It felt like there was no way ever to feel good again. I felt worthless, a mere piece of hopeless meat and flesh.

I wanted to build walls around my heart and hide away in its depth.