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   this chapter isn't the happiest, but definitely not the saddest

I just want you lovely readers to see behind a certain someone's point of view.

We don't normally get to see this person's point of viewing

This chapter will be fairly short compared to others, but I hope you still enjoy

Let us begin


~V3Flower's PoV~

    I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. It felt like pins and needles, but I'm too angry to get up. I feel light headed and hungry, but eating something is only going to cause more pain. I finally worked up my strength to move, but every step I took sent agonizing throbs through my entire body. But I wont be sick for long. It is only temporary.

I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair is a wild mess. My eyes hold heavy, black bags that make them hard to keep open. My skin is looking awfully pale. There's that same pain throbbing in my back. I don't feel it in my spine, I feel it in my skin. In my veins. Every inch of my back burns. But it is only temporary. I will be healed soon: My Producers will make sure of it.

  I really should bathe but I don't feel like it. It will send more pain through my body. I am fairly tall, yet slender. My weight has always been pretty average, but right now it's lower than ever. But I don't want to eat. I don't want to think. I want to do the one thing I can't : sleep.

   On my way back to my room, I creaked open my sister' door  and peeped at her. She was snoring slightly and her hair floof was in her face. She's so adorable. Yet fragile. My sister always acts so tough and nonchalant, but really she is one of the most caring people I've met. She's kind and thoughtful, but doesn't want anyone to know her as that. She longs to be tough, but deep down inside she's soft.

   That's why I don't want to tell her about my illness. I don't want to worry her precious mind. All that I want for her is love and joy.

   I ran back to my room and shut the door. Immediately after ,there was a knock at the door.

To be continued...

  

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