Grief

¬ HILN

"… dump her in… water… she'll wake up."

The muffled voice broke through the murky haze of my consciousness, pulling me back to reality. Warm water cascaded over my body as numerous hands fumbled to wash me. It felt as if my ears were gradually waking up, but my body remained unresponsive, and strangely, I didn't mind it.

I didn't want to wake up. Especially not to face the harshness of reality.

I felt empty, just like Father's empty bed.

I had no desire to know where I was, and neither did I want to encounter that detestable face again.