I was awoken with a start. The pain started at my toes and slowly made its way up my body. The bed spread was a dark yellow, complimenting the purple colour my veins were turning as the pain spread through my body. Through a gap in the curtains I saw the pink haze of the morning. Another storm was coming. I had gotten used to the pain of the injection we were all given at six thirty-five in the morning. You were gone if you didn't get it. Just like my sister.
