SKIN

Finally my mother would come in after hearing my cries. Hurrying with the ice wrapped in tissues, my little brother would follow behind her, covering my entire body with coldness. I see thier lips move as they rush around me however not hearing a word. My ears can only hear the high pitched ringing of my shrieks repeating over and over again. The ice numbs my sores and i feel in some way relaxed. The ice numbs my body so much my skin might as well be thin layers of ice. The weights on my eye lids would fall almost shutting them. Bleary-eyed and tired I wait for my brother to run in throwing yet another soft toy onto my bed, or wait for him to find a comfortable position beside me and show me yet another "get well soon" card that he made. I would smile, but I can't. I would cuddle him, but I can't. I am forced to live in torture as every movement could trigger agony. For now I just thank him and tell him it was lovely. I was tired as hell and I felt like every remaining energy had been drained from my system. My eyes eventually shut even though the memory of shutting my eyes is not existent. By this point dreaming is happier than being awake and have to suffer; because suffering in a dream doesn't hurt.

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